Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | Ida Straus | By Alter Abelson |
| WE wonder at, we praise your life, | |
For crowning love with name of wife, | |
Whose love was young in sunset-time, | |
As in the blush of mornings prime. | |
We cry: Oh, what a miracle she! | 5 |
And thus confess how small are we! | |
Can rose be otherwise than rose? | |
Can light be less than light? Can those | |
Who love be less than love? So you | |
To your angel spirit were but true. | 10 |
They dreamt she died? O, can it be, | |
Since love alones immortality, | |
And love doth live through such as she? | |
You live in death. Tis we are dead, | |
In life. For you to love were wed. | 15 |
Your love was gold and ours dross. | |
The sea alone can sigh our loss | |
Of you. The morning stars alone | |
Can sing your fame to years unflown. | |
For all we say but tells anew | 20 |
How small are we; how great are you! | | | |
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