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The Last Judgment
With beating heart and lagging feet,
Lord, I approach the Judgment-seat.

All bring hither the fruits of toil,
Measures of wheat and measures of oil;

Gold and jewels and precious wine;
No hands bare like these hands of mine.

The treasure I have nor weighs nor gleams:
Lord, I can bring you only dreams.


In days of spring, when my blood ran high,
I lay in the grass and looked at the sky,
And dreamed that my love lay by my side--
My love was false, and then she died.


All the heat of the summer through,
I dreamed she lived, that her heart was true
Throughout the hours of the day I slept,
But woke in the night, at times, and wept.


The nights and days, they went and came,
I lay in shadow and dreamed of fame;
And heard men passing the lonely place,
Who marked me not and my hidden face.


My strength waxed faint, my hair grew grey;
Nothing but dreams by night and day.

Some men sicken, with wine and food;
I starved on dreams, and found them good.
Written by: Amy Levy

Book: Reflection on the Important Things