Emma Lazarus Poems

On a background of pale gold
I would trace with quaint design,
Penciled fine,
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ORPHEUS.
LAUGHTER and dance, and sounds of harp and lyre,
Piping of flutes, singing of festal songs,
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Not a lad in Saragossa
Nobler-featured, haughtier-tempered,
Than the Alcalde's youthful grandson,
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Not a stain,
In the sun-brimmed sapphire cup that is the sky-
Not a ripple on the black translucent lane
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I.

Master and Sage, greetings and health to thee,
From thy most meek disciple! Deign once more
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By the impulse of my will,
By the red flame in my blood,
By me nerves' electric thrill,
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Golden lights and lengthening shadows,
Flings the splendid sun declining,
O'er the monastery garden
Rich in flower, fruit and foliage.
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As one who feels the breathless nightmare grip
His heart-strings, and through visioned horrors fares,
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The Landgrave Hermann held a gathering
Of minstrels, minnesingers, troubadours,
At Wartburg in his palace, and the knight,
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O FRIEND who passed away while flowers died,
Now that the land bursts into bloom again,
With vivid blossoms o'er the landscape wide,
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