Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By M. L. R. BreslarTo Judah Ha-Levi
I
To sweetest rivalries ’twixt man and man.
And poets sat enthroned amidst a clan
Of choristers divine. How blithesomely
Those skylarks trilled, and flooded earth and sea
With music, till the words enchanted fell
In mute prostration ’neath the wizard’s spell,
And master note in Hebrew minstrelsy.
When half a world is sunk in drowsiness,
Sing to me of Castilian skies, O Sprite!
Where Lilith veils her luresome loveliness,
And I will stretch a tankard for the wine,
And froth it full of tears for Spain’s decline.