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-sun wherefrom I pray
Hourly deliverance-this my rose, my thorn.
This woman my soul's need can understand,
Stretching o'er silent gulfs her sister hand.”
Sympathy (ii)
Emma Lazarus
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Poem topics: alone, heart, rose, sister, sun, woman, pray, soul, weak, silent, whisper, struggle, understand, hide, secret, deliverance, reveal, desert, private, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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