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.'
London Poets
Amy Levy
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Poem topics: autumn, breath, dream, red, sky, snow, sorrow, spring, summer, time, shadow, real, supreme, Valentine's Day, permanent, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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