Emma Lazarus

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
HE
US
(August 3, 1492

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

Look
the round-cheeked moon floats high,
In the glowing August sky,
Quenching all her neighbor stars,

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...

Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend,
Embrace me, fold me to thy broad, soft breast
Life has grown strange and cold, but thou dost
Mild eyes of blessing wooing to my rest

Weep,
Israel
your tardy meed
Of grateful homage on his fallen head,

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

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

He who could beard the lion in his lair,
To bind him for a girl, and tame the boar,
And drive these beasts before his chariot,
Might wed Alcestis

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,

Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss Still floated on my lips
For we had strayed Together in my dream, through some dim glade,
Where the shy moonbeams scarce dared light our bliss
The air was dank with dew, between the trees,