| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | In Shushan | | By E. Yancey Cohen |
| | I O’ER lordly Shushan’s terrac’d walls | |
| The starry cloak of midnight falls, | |
| And naught doth break the solemn spell | |
| Save the soft note of Philomel, | |
| Or some faint fountain’s silvery tongue | 5 |
| Lulling the gardens with its song. | |
| The yellow moon doth rule the sky | |
| And gild the dark-blue dome on high, | |
| And o’er the marble stairways cold | |
| A robe of tissue, woof’d with gold, | 10 |
| Doth seem to cling, a garment rare | |
| Enmantling shoulders lustrous fair! | |
| The King doth wassail hold to-night— | |
| For him the hours have pinions light; | | | | |
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