To J. De P.
Deep in the grass outstretched I lie,
Motionless on the hill;
Above me is a cloudless sky,
Around me all is still:
There is no breath, no sound, no stir,
The drowsy peace to break:
I close my tired eyes--it were
So simple not to wake.
More verses by Amy Levy
- To Lallie (Outside The British Museum.)
- Philosophy
- The Piano-Organ
- The Old Poet
- The Sick Man And The Nightingale