To Sylvia

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Amy Levy

"O LOVE, lean thou thy cheek to mine,
And let the tears together flow"—
Such was the song you sang to me
              Once, long ago.

Such was the song you sang ; and yet
(O be not wroth !) I scarcely knew
What sounds flow'd forth; I only felt
               That you were you.

I scarcely knew your hair was gold,
Nor of the heavens' own blue your eyes.
Sylvia and song, divinely mixt,
               Made Paradise.

These things I scarcely knew ; to-day,
When love is lost and hope is fled,
The song you sang so long ago
               Rings in my head.

Clear comes each note and true ; to-day,
As in a picture I behold
Your turn'd up chin, and small, sweet head
                Misty with gold.

I see how your dear eyes grew deep,
How your lithe body thrilled and swayed,
And how were whiter than the keys
               Your hands that played....

Ah, sweetest ! cruel have you been,
And robbed my life of many things.
I will not chide; ere this I knew
               That Love had wings.

You've robbed my life of many things—
Of love and hope, of fame and pow'r.
So be it, sweet. You cannot steal
               One golden hour.

Title of volume of first printing
A Minor Poet and Other Verse
T. Fisher Unwin
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