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London In July : : by Amy Levy ( 1861 – 1889 ): What ails my senses thus to cheat?What is it ails the place,That all the people in the streetShould wear one woman’s face? The London trees are dusty-brownBeneath the summer sky;My love, she dwells in London town,Nor leaves it in July. O variousContinue reading “London in July : Amy Levy : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”