| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | To Judah Ha-Levi | | By M. L. R. Breslar |
| | | IMPASSIONED hours, when Hebrew was the key | |
| To sweetest rivalries ’twixt man and man. | |
| And poets sat enthroned amidst a clan | |
| Of choristers divine. How blithesomely | |
| Those skylarks trilled, and flooded earth and sea | 5 |
| With music, till the words enchanted fell | |
| In mute prostration ’neath the wizard’s spell, | |
| And master note in Hebrew minstrelsy. | |
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| At sunrise, or in watches of the night, | |
| When half a world is sunk in drowsiness, | 10 |
| Sing to me of Castilian skies, O Sprite! | |
| Where Lilith veils her luresome loveliness, | |
| And I will stretch a tankard for the wine, | |
| And froth it full of tears for Spain’s decline. | | | | |
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