Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope,
The freshness of the elder lays, the might
Of manly, modern passion shall alight
Upon my Muse's lips, nor may I cope
(Who veiled and screened by womanhood must grope)
With the world's strong-armed warriors and recite
The dangers, wounds, and triumphs of the fight;
Twanging the full-stringed lyre through all its scope.
But if thou ever in some lake-floored cave
O'erbrowed by rocks, a wild voice wooed and heard,
Answering at once from heaven and earth and wave,
Lending elf-music to thy harshest word,
Misprize thou not these echoes that belong
To one in love with solitude and song.
 

Poems by This Author

1492 by Emma Lazarus
Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate
Age and Death by Emma Lazarus
Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend
By the Waters of Babylon by Emma Lazarus
The Spanish noon is a blaze of azure fire
By the Waters of Babylon [V. Currents] by Emma Lazarus
Vast oceanic movements, the flux and reflux of immeasurable tides, oversweep our continent
Chopin by Emma Lazarus
A dream of interlinking hands, of feet
Critic and Poet by Emma Lazarus
No man had ever heard a nightingale
In Exile by Emma Lazarus
In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport by Emma Lazarus
Here, where the noises of the busy town
Long Island Sound by Emma Lazarus
I see it as it looked one afternoon
The Feast of Lights by Emma Lazarus
Kindle the taper like the steadfast star
The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
The New Year by Emma Lazarus
The South by Emma Lazarus
Night, and beneath star-blazoned summer skies
To R.W.E. by Emma Lazarus
As when a father dies, his children draw
Venus of the Louvre by Emma Lazarus
Down the long hall she glistens like a star