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LONDON POETS (IN MEMORIAM) by AMY LEVY

First Line: THEY TROD THE STREETS AND SQUARES WHERE NOW I TREAD
Last Line: "NO MORE HE COMES, WHO THIS WAY CAME AND WENT."
Subject(s): POETRY & POETS;
(In Memoriam.)

THEY trod the streets and squares where now I tread,
With weary hearts, a little while ago ;
When, thin and grey, the melancholy snow
Clung to the leafless branches overhead ;
Or when the smoke-veiled sky grew stormy-red
In autumn ; with a re-arisen woe
Wrestled, what time the passionate spring winds blow ;
And paced scorched stones in summer : -- they are dead.

The sorrow of their souls to them did seem
As real as mine to me, as permanent.
To-day, it is the shadow of a dream,
The half-forgotten breath of breezes spent.
So shall another soothe his woe supreme --
"No more he comes, who this way came and went."







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