Emma Lazarus

Uplift the ponderous, golden mask of death,
And let the sun shine on him as it
How many thousand years agone
This worm-defying, uncorrupted lid,

Small, shapeless drifts of
Sail slowly northward in the soft-hued sky,
With blur half-tints and rolling summits bright,
By the late sun caressed; slight hazes

Air and sky are swathed in
Fold on fold,
Light glows through the trees like wine
Earth, sun-quickened, swoons for bliss'Neath his kiss,

I
Master and Sage, greetings and health to thee,
From thy most meek disciple
Deign once

As the blind Milton's memory of light,
The deaf Beethoven's phantasy of tone,
Wroght joys for them surpassing all things known In our restricted sphere of sound and sight,— So while the glaring streets of brick and stone Vix with heat, n...

On a background of pale goldI would trace with quaint design,
Penciled fine,
Brilliant-colored,
Moorish scenes,

IA dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz
Bright eyebeams meet,
Gay laughter echoes from the vaulted roof
Warm perfumes rise; the soft unflickering glow Of branching ligh...