Echoes Poem by Emma Lazarus

Echoes

Rating: 2.8


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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 05 February 2017

Thanks for sharing........

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Ratnakar Mandlik 05 February 2017

the echos that belong to one in love with solitude and song. Beautiful and lovely expression. Thanks for sharing it here.

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Tom Allport 05 February 2017

a thoughtful write with hope?

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Edward Kofi Louis 05 February 2017

Modern passion. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus

New York City / United States
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