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Poem by Emma Lazarus


Therefore I dare reveal my private woe, 
The secret blots of my imperfect heart, 
Nor strive to shrink or swell mine own desert, 
Nor beautify nor hide. For this I know, 
That even as I am, thou also art. 
Thou past heroic forms unmoved shalt go, 
To pause and bide with me, to whisper low: 
Not I alone am weak, not I apart 
Must suffer, struggle, conquer day by day. 
Here is my very cross by strangers borne, 
Here is my bosom-sin wherefrom I pray 
Hourly deliverance--this my rose, my thorn. 
This woman my souls need can understand, 
Stretching oer silent gulfs her sister hand.

Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus's other poems:
  1. Marriage Bells
  2. Chopin
  3. On the Proposal to Erect a Monument in England to Lord Byron
  4. City Visions
  5. From One Augur to Another

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Emily Brontë Sympathy ("There should be no despair for you")
  • Henry Thoreau Sympathy ("Lately alas I knew a gentle boy")

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