If I were a woman of old, What prayers I would pray for you, dear;
My pitiful tribute behold— Not a prayer, but a tear.
The pitiless order of things, Whose laws we may change not nor break,
Alone I could face it—it wrings My heart for your sake.
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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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