Here you will find the Poem To Lallie (Outside the British Museum.) of poet Amy Levy
UP those Museum steps you came, And straightway all my blood was flame, O Lallie, Lallie ! The world (I had been feeling low) In one short moment's space did grow A happy valley. There was a friend, my friend, with you; A meagre dame in peacock blue Apparelled quaintly: This poet-heart went pit-a-pat; I bowed and smiled and raised my hat; You nodded--faintly. My heart was full as full could be; You had not got a word for me, Not one short greeting; That nonchalant small nod you gave (The tyrant's motion to the slave) Sole mark'd our meeting. Is it so long ? Do you forget That first and last time that we met? The time was summer. The trees were green; the sky was blue; Our host presented me to you-- A tardy comer. You look'd demure, but when you spoke You made a little, funny joke, Yet half pathetic. Your gown was grey, I recollect, I think you patronized the sect They call "æsthetic." I brought you strawberries and cream, And plied you long about a stream With duckweed laden ; We solemnly discussed the -- heat. I found you shy and very sweet, A rosebud maiden. Ah me, to-day! You passed inside To where the marble gods abide: Hermes, Apollo, Sweet Aphrodite, Pan; and where, For aye reclined, a headless fair Beats all fairs hollow. And I, I went upon my way, Well -- rather sadder, let us say; The world looked flatter. I had been sad enough before, A little less, a little more, What does it matter?