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Joseph Friedlander, comp.  The Standard Book of Jewish Verse.  1917.
By Rachel Morpurgo
MY soul surcharged with grief now loud complains,
And fears upon my spirit heavily weigh,
“Thy poem we have heard,” the people say,
“Who like to thee can sing melodious strains?”
“They’re naught but sparks,” outspeaks my soul in chains,        5
“Struck from my life by torture every day.
But now all perfume’s fled—no more my lay
Shall rise; for, fear of shame my song restrains.”
A woman’s fancies lightly roam, and weave
Themselves into a fairy web. Should I        10
Refrain? Ah! soon enough this pleasure, too,
Will flee! Verily I cannot conceive
Why I’m extolled. For woman ’tis to ply
The spinning wheel—then to herself she’s true.

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