Emma Lazarus

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

Age And Death - Poem by Emma Lazarus

Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend,
Embrace me, fold me to thy broad, soft breast.
Life has grown strange and cold, but thou dost bend
Mild eyes of blessing wooing to my rest.
So often hast thou come, and from my side
So many hast thou lured, I only bide
Thy beck, to follow glad thy steps divine.
Thy world is peopled for me; this world's bare.
Through all these years my couch thou didst prepare.
Thou art supreme Love-kiss me-I am thine!


Comments about Age And Death by Emma Lazarus

  • Vicky Iliaens (9/6/2017 9:27:00 PM)


    gorgeous touching and harsh poem in fact, how someone could write about such delicate matter in that deep and ' subtile ' way is just stunning... read it once but sure the words stay inside of you for a while, brr creepy: D 10++++ (Report) Reply

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  • Seema Sharma Rimi (9/6/2017 2:41:00 PM)


    Thy beck, to follow glad thy steps divine.
    Thy world is peopled for me; this world's bare.
    Through all these years my couch thou didst prepare.
    Thou art supreme Love-kiss me-I am thine!
    Nice.
    10
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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (9/6/2017 12:40:00 PM)


    Life has grown strange and cold, but thou dost bend
    Mild eyes of blessing wooing to my rest.
    So often hast thou come, and from my side
    So many hast thou lured, I only bide
    Thy beck, to follow glad thy steps divine.
    Beautiful lines.
    Nicely penned.
    10
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  • Anita Aparajita Das (9/6/2017 11:37:00 AM)


    Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend,
    Embrace me, fold me to thy broad, soft breast.
    Nice poem.
    10
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (9/6/2017 10:21:00 AM)


    Strange and cold! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (9/6/2017 8:48:00 AM)


    A well written poem on death. Liked it. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (9/6/2017 6:56:00 AM)


    Thy beck, to follow glad thy steps divine.
    Thou art supreme Love-kiss me-I am thine!
    The mysticism or a Sufi philosophy is quite eloquent in the poem. It talks of the divine love. Thanks.
    (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (9/6/2017 3:03:00 AM)


    Beautifully crafted. Thanks and congratulations to her souls for the poem of the day. (Report) Reply

  • Sixtus Unfailingdreams Osim (9/6/2017 2:13:00 AM)


    It heralds the moaning of one who was in dearth of love. How often we have been away with people who need us most to go yearning for love. A gentle poem with such a sorrowful tone. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (9/6/2017 1:02:00 AM)


    A gentle poem leading to death. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (9/6/2017 12:51:00 AM)


    Such a sweet and lovely poem...Thanks for posting👍👍👍 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010



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