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Poem by Emma Lazarus


Written before visiting Florence.

Would I had waked this morn where Florence smiles,
A-bloom with beauty, a white rose full-blown,
Yet rich in sacred dust, in storied stone,
Precious past all the wealth of Indian isles
From olive-hoary Fiesole to feed
On Brunelleschi's dome my hungry eye,
And see against the lotus-colored sky,
Spring the slim belfry graceful as a reed.
To kneel upon the ground where Dante trod,
To breathe the air of immortality
From Angelo and RaphaelTO BE
Each sense new-quickened by a demi-god.
To hear the liquid Tuscan speech at whiles,
From citizen and peasant, to behold
The heaven of Leonardo washed with gold
Would I had waked this morn where Florence smile!

Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus's other poems:
  1. Magnetism
  2. Autumn Sadness
  3. Age and Death
  4. Sic Semper Liberatoribus!
  5. Youth and Death

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  • David Lawrence Restlessness ("At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night")

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