English Poetry. Emma Lazarus. Echoes. Эмма Лазарус.

Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус)

Echoes

Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope, 
The freshness of the elder lays, the might 
Of manly, modern passion shall alight 
Upon my Muse’s lips, nor may I cope 
(Who veiled and screened by womanhood must grope) 
With the world’s strong-armed warriors and recite 
The dangers, wounds, and triumphs of the fight; 
Twanging the full-stringed lyre through all its scope. 
But if thou ever in some lake-floored cave 
O’erbrowed by rocks, a wild voice wooed and heard, 
Answering at once from heaven and earth and wave, 
Lending elf-music to thy harshest word, 
Misprize thou not these echoes that belong 
To one in love with solitude and song.

Emma Lazarus’s other poems:

1. Matins
2. Saint Romualdo
3. Arabesque
4. In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport
5. Phantasies

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) Echoes (“Lady Clara Vere de Vere”)

George Russell (Джордж Расселл) Echoes (“THE MIGHT that shaped itself through storm and stress”)

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