The Poems of Emma Lazarus, Volume 1

THE ELIXIR.

     "Oh brew me a potion strong and good!
         One golden drop in his wine
     Shall charm his sense and fire his blood,
         And  bend his will to  mine."

     Poor child of passion! ask of me
         Elixir of death or sleep,
     Or Lethe's stream; but love is free,
         And woman must wait and weep.