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.

1. Saint Romualdo
2. August Moon
3. The New Ezekiel
4. The Taming of the Falcon
5. City Visions

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

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