Sonnet

by

Amy Levy


Most wonderful and strange it seems, that I

Who but a little time ago was tost

High on the waves of passion and of pain,

With aching heart and wildly throbbing brain,

Who peered into the darkness, deeming vain

All things there found if but One thing were lost,

Thus calm and still and silent here should lie,

Watching and waiting,ówaiting passively.


The dark has faded, and before mine eyes

Have long, grey flats expanded, dim and bare;

And through the changing guises all things wear

Inevitable Law I recognise:

Yet in my heart a hint of feeling lies

Which half a hope and half is a despair.



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