Assurance by Emma Lazarus read by Various | Full Audio Book
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Assurance by Emma Lazarus (1849 - 1887)
Genre(s): Multi-version (Weekly and Fortnightly poetry)
Read by: Adrian Stephens, Bruce Kachuk, Beeswaxcandle, dc, David Lawrence, LeeSalter, Garth Burton, Lee Ann Howlett, Larry Wilson, LailaT, Mark Dykshoorn, PaulClayton, Phil Schempf, Rapunzelina in English
Chapters:
00:00:00 - 01 - Assurance - read by APS
00:01:25 - 02 - Assurance - read by BK
00:02:47 - 03 - Assurance - read by BWC
00:04:04 - 04 - Assurance - read by DC
00:05:13 - 05 - Assurance - read by DL
00:06:37 - 06 - Assurance - read by DLS
00:07:58 - 07 - Assurance - read by GLN
00:09:22 - 08 - Assurance - read by LAH
00:10:44 - 09 - Assurance - read by LCW
00:12:15 - 10 - Assurance - read by LT
00:13:19 - 11 - Assurance - read by MD
00:14:23 - 12 - Assurance - read by PAC
00:15:42 - 13 - Assurance - read by PFS
00:16:57 - 14 - Assurance - read by R
LibriVox volunteers bring you 14 recordings of title by Assurance by Emma Lazarus.This was the Weekly Poetry project for June 21, 2026. ------Emma Lazarus was an American author of poetry, prose, and translations, as well as an activist for Jewish and Georgist causes. She is remembered for writing the sonnet 'The New Colossus', which was inspired by the Statue of Liberty, in 1883. - Summary by Wikipedia
Video Summary
AI GeneratedThis transcript consists of multiple readings of the poem \"Assurance\" by Emma Lazarus, recorded for LibriVox.org. The poem explores the enduring nature of love and the thin veil between dreams and reality, centering on a speaker who awakens from a vivid dream of a lost loved one, only to feel the lingering physical sensation of a kiss.
Assurance by Emma Lazarus
Read for LibriVox.org by Adrian Stevens
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss still floated on my lips,
for we had strayed together in my dream through some dim glade,
where the shine moonbeams scarce bared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent for us to cheap.
The cool, the hot night breeze mingled our hair, our breath,
and came and went a-sporting with our passion.
Low and deep spake in mine ear her voice,
and didst thou dream this could be buried, this could lie asleep,
and love be thrall to death? Nay, what so seem?
Have faith, dear heart, this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.
Assurance by Emma Lazarus
Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss still floated on my lips,
for we had strayed together in my dream through some dim glade,
where the shine moonbeams scarce bared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, the cool, the hot night breeze mingled our hair,
our breath, and came and went a-sporting with our passion.
Low and deep spake in mine ear her voice, and didst thou dream this could be buried,
this could lie asleep, and love be thrall to death?
Nay, what so seem, have faith, dear heart, this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.
Assurance by Emma Lazarus
Read for LibriVox.org by beeswaxcandle
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss still floated on my lips,
for we had strayed together in my dream through some dim glade,
where the shine moonbeams scarce bared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, the cool, the hot night breeze mingled our hair,
our breath, and came and went a-sporting with our passion.
Low and deep spake in mine ear her voice, and didst thou dream this could be buried,
this could lie asleep, and love be thrall to death?
Nay, what so seem, have faith, dear heart, this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.
Assurance by Emma Lazarus
Read for LibriVox.org
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss still floated on my lips,
for we had strayed together in my dream through some dim glade,
where the shine moonbeams scarce bared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, the cool, the hot night breeze mingled our hair,
our breath, and came and went a-sporting with our passion.
Low and deep spake in mine ear her voice, and didst thou dream this could be buried,
this could lie asleep, and love be thrall to death?
Nay, what so seem, have faith, dear heart, this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.
Assurance by Emma Lazarus
Read for LibriVox.org
By David Lawrence
In Ottawa, Ontario, June 2026
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss still floated on my lips,
for we had strayed together in my dream through some dim glade,
where the shine moonbeams scarce bared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, the cool, the hot night breeze mingled our hair,
our breath, and came and went a-sporting with our passion.
Low and deep spake in mine ear her voice,
and didst thou dream could this be buried,
could this lie asleep, and love be thrall to death?
Nay, what so ever seem, have faith, dear heart, this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.
Assurance
By Emma Lazarus
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By Lee Salter
Elizabeth Town, Pennsylvania, USA
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss still floated on my lips,
for we had strayed together in my dream through some dim glade,
where the shine moonbeams scarce bared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, the cool, the hot night breeze
mingled our hair, our breath, and came and went a-sporting with our passion.
Low and deep spake in mine ear her voice,
and didst thou dream this could be buried,
this could lie asleep, and love be thrall to death.
Nay, what so seem, have faith, dear heart, this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.
Assurance
By Emma Lazarus
Read for LibriVox.org
By Garth Burton
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss still floated on my lips,
for we had strayed together in my dream through some dim glade,
where the shine moonbeams scarce bared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, to call, the hot night breeze mingled our hair,
our breath, and came and went a-sporting with our passion.
Low and deep spake in mine ear her voice,
and didst thou dream this could be buried,
this could lie asleep, and love be thrall to death.
Nay, what so seem, have faith,
this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.
Assurance
By Emma Lazarus
Read for LibriVox.org
By Leanne Howlett
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss still floated on my lips,
for we had strayed together in my dream through some dim glade,
where the shine moonbeams scarce bared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, to call, the hot night breeze mingled our hair,
our breath, and came and went a-sporting with our passion.
Low and deep spake in mine ear her voice,
and didst thou dream this could be buried,
this could lie asleep, and love be thrall to death.
Nay, what so seem, have faith, dear heart,
this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.
Assurance
By Emma Lazarus
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By Larry Wilson
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss still floated on my lips,
for we had strayed together in my dream through some dim glade,
where the shine moonbeams scarce bared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, to call, the hot night breeze mingled our hair,
our breath, and came and went a-sporting with our passion.
Low and deep spake in mine ear her voice,
and didst thou dream this could be buried,
this could lie asleep,
and love be thrall to death.
Nay, what so seem, have faith, dear heart,
this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.
Assurance
By Emma Lazarus
Read for LibriVox.org
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss still floated on my lips,
for we had strayed together in my dream through some dim glade,
where the shine moonbeams scarce bared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, to call, the hot night breeze mingled our hair,
our breath, and came and went a-sporting with our passion.
Low and deep, spake in my ear her voice,
and didst thou dream this could be buried,
this could lie asleep,
and love be thrall to death.
Nay, what so seem, have faith, dear heart,
this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.
Assurance
By Emma Lazarus
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By Mark Dykeshorn
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss still floated on my lips,
for we had strayed together in my dream through some dim glade,
where the shine moonbeams scarce bared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, to call, the hot night breeze mingled our hair,
our breath, and came and went a-sporting with our passion.
Low and deep spake in mine ear her voice,
and didst thou dream this could be buried,
this could lie asleep,
and love be thrall to death.
Nay, what so seem, have faith, dear heart,
this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.
Assurance
By Emma Lazarus
Read for LibriVox.org
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss
still floated on my lips, for we had strayed together in my dream
through some dim glade,
where the shine moonbeams scarce bared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, to call, the hot night breeze
mingled our hair, our breath, and came and went
a-sporting with our passion.
Low and deep spake in mine ear her voice,
and didst thou dream this could be buried,
this could lie asleep,
and love be thrall to death.
Nay, what so seem, have faith, dear heart,
this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.
Assurance
By Emma Lazarus
Read for LibriVox.org
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss
still floated on my lips, for we had strayed together
in my dream through some dim glade,
where the shy moonbeam scarce dared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, to call, the hot night breeze
mingled our hair, our breath, and came and went
a-sporting with our passion.
Low and deep spake in mine ear her voice,
and didst thou dream this could be buried,
this could lie asleep, and love be thrall to death.
Nay, what so seem, have faith, dear heart,
this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.
Assurance
By Emma Lazarus
Read for LibriVox.org
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss
still floated on my lips.
For we had strayed together in my dream
through some dim glade, where the shy moonbeam
scarce dared light our bliss.
The air was dank with dew between the trees,
the hidden glowworms kindled and were spent.
Cheek pressed to cheek, to call, the hot night breeze
mingled our hair, our breath, and came and went
us sporting with our passion.
Low and deep spake in mine ear her voice,
and didst thou dream this could be buried,
this could lie asleep, and love be thrall to death.
Nay, what so seem, have faith, dear heart,
this is the thing that is.
Thereon I woke, and on my lips her kiss.
End of poem
This recording is in the public domain.