To Her Whose Name is Written Below
For her these lines are penned, whose luminous eyes,Bright and expressive as the stars of Leda,Shall find her own sweet name that, nestling, liesUpon this page, enwrapped from every reader.Search narrowly these words, which hold a treasureDivine — a talisman — an amuletThat must be worn at heart. Search well the measure —The words — the letters themselves. Do not forgetThe smallest point, or you may lose your labor.And yet there is in this no Gordian knot,Which one might not undo without a sabre.If one could merely comprehend the plotUpon the open ...
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To Helen
To Helen
I saw thee once — once only — years ago:I must not say how many — but not many.It was a July midnight; and from outA full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,Sought a precipitant pathway up through heaven,There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,Upon the upturn’d faces of a thousandRoses that grew in an enchanted garden,Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tip-toe —Fell on the upturn’d faces of these rosesThat gave out, in return for the love-light,Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death —Fell ...
Lines Written in an Album
Lines Written in an Album
Eliza! — let thy generous heartFrom its present pathway part not!Being every thing which now thou art,Be nothing which thou art not.So with the world thy gentle ways —Thy unassuming beauty —And truth shall be a theme of praiseForever — and love a duty.
E. A. P.
Edgar Allan Poe
Originally Published in 1835 ...
To —— (Song)
To —— (Song)
I saw thee on the bridal day;When a burning blush came o’er thee,Tho’ Happiness around thee lay,The world all love before thee.
And, in thine eye, the kindling lightOf young passion freeWas all on earth, my chain’d sightOf Loveliness might see.
That blush, I ween, was maiden shame:As such it well may pass:Tho’ its glow hath rais’d a fiercer flameIn the breast of him, alas! Who saw thee on that bridal day,When that deep blush would come o’er thee, —Tho’ Happiness around thee lay;The world all Love before thee. —
Edgar Allan Poe
Originally Published in 1827 ...