“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.”
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.
The Elixir
Emma Lazarus
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Poem topics: child, death, fire, passion, poor, sleep, woman, good, wait, sense, strong, charm, golden, stream, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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