Poems of Emma Lazarus
|27.||From One Augur to Another||1/3/2003|
|32.||In A Swedish Graveyard||4/16/2010|
|35.||In Memoriam—Rev. J. J. Lyons||4/16/2010|
|36.||In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport||1/3/2003|
|38.||Life and Art||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.