Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Bernard Gruenstein“She gladly shared his cup of death”
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And chose his stainless shroud of icy sea,
Her heart was his, to sink with him her plea,
When strained to seek the shore. Her only thought,
To hold his hand and help him die. She caught
His courage, and felt the rhapsody
Of joining him in death’s wild jubilee
Beneath the roar of sea with soul unwrought.
She was the perfect wife that loved her mate,
Content to crown her life with mutual fate.
She clung to him, her soul of soul, her light;
Without him all were black as starless night.
To-day she sleeps with him in Neptune’s grave,
Because she loved him only, and was brave.