Is it because your sable hair br Is folded over brows that wear br At times a too imperial air; br br Or is it that the thoughts which rise br In those dark orbs do seek disguise br Beneath the lids of Eastern eyes; br br That choose whatever pose or place br May chance to please, in you I trace br The noblest women of your race? br br The crowd is sauntering at its ease, br And humming like a hive of bees- br You take your seat and touch the keys. br br I do not hear the giddy throng; br The sea avenges Israel's wrong, br And on the wind floats Miriam's song! br br You join me with a stately grace; br Music to Poesy gives place; br Some grand emotion lights your face. br br At once I stand by Mizpeh's walls: br With smiles the martyred daughter falls, br And desolate are Mizpeh's halls! br br Intrusive babblers come between; br With calm, pale brow and lofty mien, br You thread the circle like a queen! br br Then sweeps the royal Esther by; br The deep devotion in her eye br Is looking "If I die, I die!" br br You stroll the garden's flowery walks; br The plants to me are grainless stalks, br And Ruth to old Naomi talks. br br Adopted child of Judah's creed, br Like Judah's daughters true at need, br I see you mid the alien seed.