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. Don Rafael
2. Restlessness
3. 1492
4. Spring Longing
5. Assurance

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

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