| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXI. Interlude
Epochs
i. Surprise | | By Emma Lazarus (1849–1887) |
| | | WHEN the stunned soul can first lift tired eyes | |
| On her changed world of ruin, waste, and wrack, | |
| Ah, what a pang of aching sharp surprise | |
| Brings all sweet memories of the lost past back, | |
| With wild self-pitying grief of one betrayed, | 5 |
| Duped in a land of dreams where Truth is dead! | |
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| Are these the heavens that she deemed were kind? | |
| Is this the world that yesterday was fair? | |
| What painted images of folk half-blind | |
| Be these who pass her by, as vague as air? | 10 |
| What go they seeking? there is naught to find. | |
| Let them come nigh and hearken her despair…. | | | | |
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