Emma Lazarus

I seem to have always one little window looking but into life.

— Emma Lazarus

Poetry must be simple, sensuous, or impassioned.

— Emma Lazarus

Sweet empty sky of June without a stain,That each dark copse and hollow overfills:

— Emma Lazarus

The children of the prophets of the Lord,No anchorage the known world could afford.

— Emma Lazarus

Then Nature shaped a poet's heart — a lyreDrew trembling music.

— Emma Lazarus

No man had ever heard a nightingale,To study and define — what is a bird.

— Emma Lazarus

No signs of life are here: the very prayersInscribed around are in a language dead.

— Emma Lazarus

Alas! we wake: one scene alone remains, —The exiles by the streams of Babylon.

— Emma Lazarus

The funeral and the marriage, now, alas!We know not which is sadder to recall.

— Emma Lazarus

A lady 'twixt two knights' stone effigies,Their sculptured slumber of five centuries.

— Emma Lazarus

Lo — a black line of birds in wavering threadBore him the greetings of the deathless dead!

— Emma Lazarus

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standMother of Exiles.

— Emma Lazarus

Give me your tired, your poor,I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

— Emma Lazarus