Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус)

Sympathy

Therefore I dare reveal my private woe, 
The secret blots of my imperfect heart, 
Nor strive to shrink or swell mine own desert, 
Nor beautify nor hide. For this I know, 
That even as I am, thou also art. 
Thou past heroic forms unmoved shalt go, 
To pause and bide with me, to whisper low: 
”Not I alone am weak, not I apart 
Must suffer, struggle, conquer day by day. 
Here is my very cross by strangers borne, 
Here is my bosom-sin wherefrom I pray 
Hourly deliverance--this my rose, my thorn. 
This woman my soul’s need can understand, 
Stretching o’er silent gulfs her sister hand.”

1. The New Ezekiel
2. Saint Romualdo
3. On the Proposal to Erect a Monument in England to Lord Byron
4. Magnetism
5. August Moon

Anonymous ( Неизвестный автор) Sympathy ("Sympathy without relief")

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