Author: Emma Lazarus

Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in […]

No man had ever heard a nightingale, When once a keen-eyed naturalist was stirred To study and define what is […]

When the vexed hubbub of our world of gain Roars round about me as I walk the street, The myriad […]

Not while the fever of the blood is strong, The heart throbs loud, the eyes are veiled, no less With […]

The bird sits spelled upon the lithe brown wrist Of yonder turbaned fowler, who had lamed No feather limb, but […]

So, Calchas, on the sacred Palatine, You thought of Mopsus, and o’er wastes of sea A flower brought your message. […]

I As the blind Milton’s memory of light, The deaf Beethoven’s phantasy of tone, Wroght joys for them surpassing all […]

I A dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz. Bright […]

Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed Together […]

1856 Paris, from throats of iron, silver, brass, Joy-thundering cannon, blent with chiming bells, And martial strains, the full-voiced pæan […]