| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | On Viewing a Statue of David | | By Eva Gore-Booth |
| | | THIS was the shepherd boy who slung the stone | |
| And killed the giant; sunshine and the wind | |
| Had given his harp so clear and strange a tone | |
| That all the world forgave him when he sinned. | |
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| The gently formed and stately Greek who stood | 5 |
| On the Piazza, throned in classic pride, | |
| Was not the boy who roamed through field and wood, | |
| Fighting and singing on the bright hillside. | |
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| Swift on the mountains, swift to save or slay; | |
| Eager and passionate and lithe of form; | 10 |
| Fighting and singing, pausing but to pray, | |
| Unto his God of music and of storm. | |
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| The bare hillside and sharp rocks castellate | |
| Rang with the clanging of his bow; | |
| Where in the dawn of the world’s love and hate, | 15 |
| He found and would not slay his sleeping foe. | |
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| No sorrowful shades of the evil years | |
| Falls in the boy’s face of the wood and wild; | |
| Vanished are rags and lust and passionate tears; | |
| The King is dead, immortal stands the child. | 20 | | | |
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