| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Rachel | | Anonymous |
| | | WHEN Memnon’s sculptured form the god of day | |
| Touched from the orient gate with glance of fire, | |
| As from the golden harps that seraphs play— | |
| Burst heavenly music from that silent lyre. | |
| Thus caught the chiselled grace of ancient art | 5 |
| Life from your touch, and beauty breathing soul; | |
| Thus woke to startled life the panting heart | |
| That ne’er before knew passion’s wild control, | |
| Woke to the light of grace and love and power | |
| That ever holds enshrined your honored name. | 10 |
| What garland, woven in the Muses’ bower, | |
| Can match the meed of such a glorious fame? | |
| Queen of the realm of passion and of thought, | |
| What victor monarch’s crown is with such gems enwrought. | | | | |
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