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 | The Poems of Emma Lazarus in two volumes |  |
THE ELIXIR.
“Oh brew me a potion strong and good!
One golden drop in his wine
Shall charm his sense and fire his blood,
And bend his will to mine.”
One golden drop in his wine
Shall charm his sense and fire his blood,
And bend his will to mine.”
Poor child of passion! ask of me
Elixir of death or sleep,
Or Lethe's stream; but love is free,
And woman must wait and weep.
Elixir of death or sleep,
Or Lethe's stream; but love is free,
And woman must wait and weep.
| The Poems of Emma Lazarus in two volumes | |