What hast thou done to this dear friend of mine, <br />Thou cold, white, silent Stranger? From my hand <br />Her clasped hand slips to meet the grasp of thine; <br />Here eyes that flamed with love, at thy command <br />Stare stone-blank on blank air; her frozen heart <br />Forgets my presence. Teach me who thou art, <br />Vague shadow sliding 'twixt my friend and me. <br />I never saw thee till this sudden hour. <br />What secret door gave entrance unto thee? <br />What power in thine, o'ermastering Love's own power?<br /><br />Emma Lazarus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/youth-and-death-3/
