The Poems of Emma Lazarus, Volume 1






YOUTH AND DEATH.

     What hast thou done to this dear friend of mine,
     Thou cold, white, silent Stranger?  From my hand
     Her clasped hand slips to meet the grasp of thine;
     Here eyes that flamed with love, at thy command
     Stare stone-blank on blank air; her frozen heart
     Forgets my presence.  Teach me who thou art,
     Vague shadow sliding 'twixt my friend and me.
       I never saw thee till this sudden hour.
     What secret door gave entrance unto thee?
       What power in thine, o'ermastering Love's own power?

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