Fairyland
Dim vales — and shadowy floods —And cloudy-looking woods,Whose forms we can’t discoverFor the tears that drip all over.Huge moons there wax and wane —Again — again — again —Ev’ry moment of the night —For ever changing places —And they put out the star-lightWith the breath from their pale faces;About twelve by the moon-dialOne, more filmy than the rest[A sort which, upon trial,They have found to be the best]Comes down — still down — and downWith its centre on the crownOf a mountain's eminence,While its wide circumferenceIn easy drapery fallsOver hamlets, and rich ...
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Catholic Hymn
Catholic Hymn
Sancta Maria! turn thine eyesUpon the sinner's sacrificeOf fervent prayer and humble love,From thy holy throne above.
At morn, at noon, at twilight dimMaria! thou hast heard my hymn.In joy and wo, in good and illMother of God! be with me still.
When my hours flew gently by,And no storms were in the sky,My soul, lest it should truant beThy love did guide to thine and thee.
Now, when clouds of Fate o’ercastAll my Present, and my Past,Let my Future radiant shineWith sweet hopes of thee and thine.
Edgar Allan Poe
Originally published in Poe's story "Morella" in ...
Beloved Physician
Beloved Physician
The pulse beats ten and intermits;God nerve the soul that ne’er forgetsIn calm or storm, by night or day,Its steady toil, its loyalty.[. . .]
[. . .]The pulse beats ten and intermits;God shield the soul that ne’er forgets.[. . .]
[. . .]The pulse beats ten and intermits;God guide the soul that ne’er forgets.[. . .]
[. . .] so tired, so weary,The soft head bows, the sweet eyes close,The faithful heart yields to repose.
Edgar Allan Poe
This poem was never published during Poe's lifetime and ...
Bridal Ballad
Bridal Ballad
The ring is on my hand,And the wreath is on my brow —Satins and jewels grand,And many a rood of land,Are all at my command,And I am happy now!
He has loved me long and well,And, when he breathed his vow,I felt my bosom swell,For — the words were his who fellIn the battle down the dell,And who is happy now!
And he spoke to re-asure me,And he kissed my pallid brow —But a reverie came o’re me,And to the church-yard bore me,And I sighed to him before me,“O, I am happy now!”
And thus they said I plightedAn irrevocable vow —And my friends are all ...