THE BIRCH TREE AT LOSCHWITZ
At Loschwitz above the cityThe air is sunny and chill;The birch trees and the pine treesGrow thick upon the hill.Lone and tall, with silver stem,A birch tree stands apart;The passionate wind of spring-timeStirs in its leafy heart.I lean against the birch tree,My arms around it twine;It pulses, and leaps, and quivers,Like a human heart to mine.One moment I stand, then suddenLet loose mine arms that cling:O God! the lonely hillside,The passionate wind of spring!Amy Levy
At Loschwitz above the cityThe air is sunny and chill;The birch trees and the pine treesGrow thick upon the hill.Lone and tall, with silver stem,A birch tree stands apart;The passionate wind of spring-timeStirs in its leafy heart.I lean against the birch tree,My arms around it twine;It pulses, and leaps, and quivers,Like a human heart to mine.One moment I stand, then suddenLet loose mine arms that cling:O God! the lonely hillside,The passionate wind of spring!Amy Levy
At Loschwitz above the cityThe air is sunny and chill;The birch trees and the pine treesGrow thick upon the hill.
At Loschwitz above the city
The air is sunny and chill;
The birch trees and the pine trees
Grow thick upon the hill.
Lone and tall, with silver stem,A birch tree stands apart;The passionate wind of spring-timeStirs in its leafy heart.
Lone and tall, with silver stem,
A birch tree stands apart;
The passionate wind of spring-time
Stirs in its leafy heart.
I lean against the birch tree,My arms around it twine;It pulses, and leaps, and quivers,Like a human heart to mine.
I lean against the birch tree,
My arms around it twine;
It pulses, and leaps, and quivers,
Like a human heart to mine.
One moment I stand, then suddenLet loose mine arms that cling:O God! the lonely hillside,The passionate wind of spring!
One moment I stand, then sudden
Let loose mine arms that cling:
O God! the lonely hillside,
The passionate wind of spring!
Amy Levy