The Poems of Emma Lazarus by Emma Lazarus
Sweet empty sky of June without a stain,
Faint, gray-blue dewy mists on far-off hills,
Warm, yellow sunlight flooding mead and plain,
That each dark copse and hollow overfills;
The rippling laugh of unseen, rain-fed rills,
Weeds delicate-flowered, white and pink and gold,
A murmur and a singing manifold.
The gray, austere old earth renews her youth
With dew-lines, sunshine, gossamer, and haze.
How still she lies and dreams, and veils the truth,
While all is fresh as in the early days!
What simple things be these the soul to raise
To bounding joy, and make young pulses beat,
With nameless pleasure finding life so sweet.
On such a golden morning forth there floats,
Between the soft earth and the softer sky,
In the warm air adust with glistening motes,
The mystic winged and flickering butterfly,
A human soul, that hovers giddily
Among the gardens of earth's paradise,
Nor dreams of fairer fields or loftier skies.
Chapter 1 Youth.
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Chapter 2 Regret.
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Chapter 3 Longing.
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Chapter 4 Storm.
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Chapter 5 Surprise.
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Chapter 6 Grief.
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Chapter 7 Acceptance.
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Chapter 8 Loneliness.
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Chapter 9 Sympathy.
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Chapter 10 Patience.
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Chapter 11 Hope.
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Chapter 12 Compensation.
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Chapter 13 Faith.
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Chapter 14 Work.
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Chapter 15 Victory.
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Chapter 16 Evening.
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Chapter 17 Aspiration.
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Chapter 18 Wherefore
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Chapter 19 Fancies.
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Chapter 20 In the Night.
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Chapter 21 Faerie.
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Chapter 22 Confused Dreams.
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Chapter 23 No.23
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Chapter 24 No.24
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Chapter 25 No.25
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Chapter 26 No.26
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Chapter 27 No.27
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Chapter 28 No.28
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Chapter 29 No.29
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Chapter 30 No.30
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Chapter 31 No.31
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Chapter 32 No.32
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