Monday, 8 June 2015

Poetry Revisited: June by Amy Levy

June

(from A London Plane Tree and Other Verses: 1899)

Last June I saw your face three times;
Three times I touched your hand;
Now, as before, May month is o'er,
And June is in the land.

O many Junes shall come and go,
Flow'r-footed o'er the mead;
O many Junes for me, to whom
Is length of days decreed.

There shall be sunlight, scent of rose;
Warm mist of summer rain;
Only this change--I shall not look
Upon your face again.

Amy Levy
(1861-1889)

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