Poems of Emma Lazarus
|2.||A June Night||4/16/2010|
|3.||A Masque Of Venice||4/16/2010|
|4.||Admetus: To my friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson||4/16/2010|
|7.||Age And Death||4/16/2010|
|16.||Critic and Poet: an Epilogue||1/3/2003|
The Cranes of Ibicus
Here was a man who watched the river flow
Past the huge town, one gray November day.
Round him in narrow high-piled streets at play
The boys made merry as they saw him go,
Murmuring half-loud, with eyes upon the stream,
The immortal screed he held within his hand.
For he was walking in an April land
With Faust and Helen. Shadowy as a dream
Was the prose-world, the river and the town.