So Mary died last night! To-day
The news has travelled here.
And Robert died at Michaelmas,
And Walter died last year.
I went at sunset up the lane,
I lingered by the stile;
I saw the dusky fields that stretched
Before me many a mile.
I leaned against the stile, and thought
Of her whose soul had fled--
I knew that years on years must pass
Or e'er I should be dead.
Twilight
Amy Levy
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Poem topics: night, sunset, soul, year, thought, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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