(From Lenau.)If within my heart there's mould,
If the flame of
And the flame of Love grow cold,
Slay my body utterly.
Swiftly, pause not nor delay;
Let not my life's field be
With the ash of feelings dead,
Let thy singer soar away.
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Amy Levy
Amy Judith Levy (10 November 1861 – 10 September 1889) was a British essayist, poet, and novelist best remembered for her literary gifts; her ex…
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