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The Cranes of Ibicus

Here was a man who watched the river flow Past the huge town, one gray November day.

Round him in narrow high-piled streets at

The boys made merry as they saw him go,

Murmuring half-loud, with eyes upon the stream,

The immortal screed he held within his hand.

For he was walking in an April

With Faust and Helen.

Shadowy as a

Was the prose-world, the river and the town.

Wild joy possessed him; through enchanted

He saw the cranes of Ibycus swoop down.

He closed the page, he lifted up his eyes,

Lo—a black line of birds in wavering

Bore him the greetings of the deathless dead!

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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus (July 22, 1849 – November 19, 1887) was an American author of poetry, prose, and translations, as well as an activist for Jewish ca…

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