The Poems of Emma Lazarus

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soon the low, bl

, with muttering

waxing frequen

ts the distant h

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y thin threads o

arth seems waiti

ar too close t

aloft fly aim

elds whence light

ves, with wisps o

air; 'neath b

ow the green l

le the dreadful

ollow circle

might, that ang

eaven with unus

ame those strange

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