Emma Lazarus

(22 July 1849 – 19 November 1887 / New York City / United States)

Song From Heine - Poem by Emma Lazarus

MY heart, my heart is heavy,
Though merrily blooms the May;
Out on the ancient bastion,
Under the lindens I stay.
There stands by yon gray old tower,
The sentry-house of the town;
A red clad peasant soldier
Goes pacing up and down.
He toys with his shining musket,
That gleams in the sunset red,
Presenting and shouldering arms now,—
I wish he would shoot me dead!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010

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