Emma Lazarus

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

Long Island Sound - Poem by Emma Lazarus

I see it as it looked one afternoon
In August,-by a fresh soft breeze o'erblown.
The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon,
A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon.
The shining waters with pale currents strewn,
The quiet fishing-smacks, the Eastern cove,
The semi-circle of its dark, green grove.
The luminous grasses, and the merry sun
In the grave sky; the sparkle far and wide,
Laughter of unseen children, cheerful chirp
Of crickets, and low lisp of rippling tide,
Light summer clouds fantastical as sleep
Changing unnoted while I gazed thereon.
All these fair sounds and sights I made my own.


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  • (7/22/2016 7:24:00 AM)


    Narration of the minute details of nature's manifestations observed from the sea shore is captivating. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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