Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

The South

A queen of indolence and idle grace,
    Robed in the vestments of a costly gown,
She turns the languor of her lovely face
    Upon progression with a lazy frown.
    Her throne is built upon a marshy down;
Malarial mosses wreathe her like old lace;
    With slim crossed feet, unshod and bare and brown,
She sits indifferent to the world's swift race.
Across the seas there stalks an ogre grim:
    Too languid she for even fear's alarms,
    While frightened nations rally in defence,
She lifts her smiling Creole eyes to him,
    And reaching out her shapely unwashed arms,
    She clasps her rightful lover---Pestilence.

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)
3. Behold the Earth
4. The Black Charger
5. In England

Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) The South ("Night, and beneath star-blazoned summer skies")

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