| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1014. Venus of the Louvre |
| | | By Emma Lazarus |
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| DOWN the long hall she glistens like a star, | |
| The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone, | |
| Yet none the less immortal, breathing on. | |
| Time’s brutal hand hath maimed but could not mar. | |
| When first the enthralled enchantress from afar | 5 |
| Dazzled mine eyes, I saw not her alone, | |
| Serenely poised on her world-worshipped throne, | |
| As when she guided once her dove-drawn car,— | |
| But at her feet a pale, death-stricken Jew, | |
| Her life adorer, sobbed farewell to love. | 10 |
| Here Heine wept! Here still he weeps anew, | |
| Nor ever shall his shadow lift or move, | |
| While mourns one ardent heart, one poet-brain, | |
| For vanished Hellas and Hebraic pain. | |
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