White Bride

White Bride by TolarWhite Bride by Janez Tolar


by: Emma Lazarus (1849-1887)

      HERE was a man who watched the river flow
      Past the huge town, one gray November day.
      Round him in narrow high-piled streets at play
      The boys made merry as they saw him go,
      Murmuring half-loud, with eyes upon the stream,
      The immortal screed he held within his hand.
      For he was walking in an April land
      With Faust and Helen. Shadowy as a dream
      Was the prose-world, the river and the town.
      Wild joy possessed him; through enchanted skies
      He saw the cranes of Ibycus swoop down.
      He closed the page, he lifted up his eyes,
      Lo--a black line of birds in wavering thread
      Bore him the greetings of the deathless dead!


  1. with this slice of heaven i shall be off to bed.
    colour my dreams.


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