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Rh Like broidered figures dimly seen

On woven cloths, in moony glow—

Gracious, and graceful, and serene.

They hear the harp; its lovely tones

Each maiden in each motion owns,

As if she were a living note

Which from that curvèd harp doth float.

THE TWENTY-THIRD OF APRIL

EMMA LAZARUS

on thy bed of pain thou layest low,

Daily we saw thy body fade away,

Nor could the love wherewith we loved thee stay

For one dear hour the flesh borne down by woe;

But as the mortal sank, with what white glow

Flamed thy eternal spirit, night and day;