| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | A Sonnet | | By M. L. R. Breslar |
| | To the Beloved Memory of Robert Browning
SERENE, translucent as yon Maytime star | |
| In sanctuary of its bliss superb, | |
| Accept, O Bard! a sprig of Israel’s herb, | |
| In bitterness no less familiar | |
| To you, than is the knell of surging bar, | 5 |
| When night-winds raving, dreamer’s peace perturb, | |
| With blood and fire, and hell-groans from the curb, | |
| Shrined in the tales you wrote in days afar, | |
| Brave sharer in our nether fates, you bore | |
| Israel’s death-crown, voiced his feeble rights, | 10 |
| Stood weeping by his side, and mourning wore, | |
| In those black days, whose memory still frights, | |
| Still casts its spectral hue athwart the brain, | |
| And feeds the heart with hopeless endless pain. | | | | |
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