I knew not if to laugh or weep;
They sat and talked of you–
“‘Twas here he sat; ’twas this he said!
‘Twas that he used to do.
“Here is the book wherein he read,
The room wherein he dwelt;
And he” (they said) “was such a man,
Such things he thought and felt.”
I sat and sat, I did not stir;
They talked and talked away.
I was as mute as any stone,
I had no word to say.
They talked and talked; like to a stone
My heart grew in my breast–
I, who had never seen your face
Perhaps I knew you best.
(Amy Levy)
More Poetry from Amy Levy:
Amy Levy Poems based on Topics: Man, Books- Xantippe(A Fragment) (Amy Levy Poems)
- To Lallie (Outside the British Museum.) (Amy Levy Poems)
- A Ballad Of Religion And Marriage (Amy Levy Poems)
- Alma Mater (Amy Levy Poems)
- A Game of Lawn Tennis (Amy Levy Poems)
- Epitaph (On a Commonplace Person Who Died in Bed) (Amy Levy Poems)