Emma Lazarus,
The Poems of Emma Lazarus, Volume 1
“ RIBERA. Nay, but found it. I, who was dull of wit, am keen at last. "Don John is comely," and "Don John is kind;" "A wonderful musician is Don John," "A princely artist"—and then, meek of mien, You enter in his presence, modest, simple. And who beneath that kitten grace had spied The claws of mischief? Who! Why, all the world, Save the fond, wrinkled, hoary fool, thy father. Out, girl, for shame! He will be here anon; Hence to your room—he shall not find you here. Thank God, thank God! no evil hath been wrought That may not be repaired. ”
