A London Plane-Tree and other Verse.
Levy, Amy, 1861–1889.
To Clementina Black.
- More blest than was of old Diogenes,
- I have not held my lantern up in vain.
- Not mine, at least, this evil—to complain :
- “There is none honest among all of these.”
- Our hopes go down that sailed before the breeze ;
- Our creeds upon the rock are rent in twain ;
- Something it is, if at the last remain
- One floating spar cast up by hungry seas.
- The secret of our being, who can tell ?
- To praise the gods and Fate is not my part ;
- Evil I see, and pain ; within my heart
- There is no voice that whispers : “All is well.”
- Yet fair are days in summer ; and more fair
- The growths of human goodness here and there.
