Poem by Emma Lazarus

The Elixir

"Oh brew me a potion strong and good!
    One golden drop in his wine
Shall charm his sense and fire his blood,
    And  bend his will to  mine."


Poor child of passion! ask of me
    Elixir of death or sleep,
Or Lethe's stream; but love is free,
    And woman must wait and weep.

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

George Herbert The Elixir ("Teach me, my God and King")

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