Sympathy by Emma Lazarus
By Emma Lazarus
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-sin wherefrom I pray Hourly deliverance--this my rose, my thorn.
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"Therefore I dare reveal my private woe,..."
"Sympathy" by Emma Lazarus is a sad and romantic english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Emma Lazarus demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Therefore I dare reveal my private woe, The secret blots of my imperfect heart,...", this piece explores themes of sad and romantic through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Emma Lazarus's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.