Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By EmmaLazarus

1015 The Cranes of Ibycus

THERE was a man who watched the river flow

Past the huge town, one gray November day.

Round him in narrow high-piled streets at play

The boys made merry as they saw him go,

Murmuring half-loud, with eyes upon the stream,

The immortal screed he held within his hand.

For he was walking in an April land

With Faust and Helen. Shadowy as a dream

Was the prose-world, the river and the town.

Wild joy possessed him; through enchanted skies

He saw the cranes of Ibycus swoop down.

He closed the page, he lifted up his eyes,

Lo—a black line of birds in wavering thread

Bore him the greetings of the deathless dead!