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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LONDON IN JULY, by AMY LEVY Poet's Biography
First Line: What ails my senses thus to cheat?
Last Line: That is enough for me.
Subject(s): London; Summer
First Line: What ails my senses thus to cheat?
Last Line: That is enough for me.
Subject(s): London; Summer
WHAT ails my senses thus to cheat ?
What is it ails the place,
That all the people in the street
Should wear one woman's face ?
The London trees are dusty-brown
Beneath the summer sky ;
My love, she dwells in London town,
Nor leaves it in July.
O various and intricate maze,
Wide waste of square and street ;
Where, missing through unnumbered days,
We twain at last may meet !
And who cries out on crowd and mart ?
Who prates of stream and sea ?
The summer in the city's heart --
That is enough for me.
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