New Love, New Life

     i

SHE, who so long has lain
     
Stone-stiff with folded wings,
Within my heart again
     
The brown bird wakes and sings.

Brown nightingale, whose strain
     
Is heard by day, by night,
She sings of joy and pain,
     
Of sorrow and delight.

     ii

‘Tis true, in other days
     
Have I unbarr’d the door;
He knows the walks and ways
     
Love has been here before.

Love blest and love accurst
     
Was here in days long past;
This time is not the first,
     
But this time is the last.

–Amy Levy

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