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Amy Levy - To a Dead PoetAmy Levy - To a Dead Poet
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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.
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