Poem by Emma Lazarus

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. Marriage Bells
3. The World's Justice
4. On the Proposal to Erect a Monument in England to Lord Byron
5. Don Rafael

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

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