Poe's Works

Israfel I.  In Heaven a spirit doth dwellWhose heart-strings are a lute —None sing so wild —   so wellAs the angel Israfel —And the giddy stars are mute. II. Tottering aboveIn her highest noonThe enamoured moonBlushes with love —While, to listen, the red levinPauses in Heaven. III. And they say (the starry choirAnd all the listening things)That Israfeli's fireIs owing to that lyreWith those unusual strings. IV. But the Heavens that angel trodWhere deep thoughts are a duty —Where Love is a grown god —Where Houri glances are ——— Stay! turn thine eyes afar! —Imbued with ...

Impromptu To Kate Carol When from your gems of thought I turnTo those pure orbs, your heart to learn,I scarce know which to prize most high —The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye. Edgar Allan Poe Originally Published in 1845 ...

Imitation A dark unfathom’d tideOf interminable pride —A mystery, and a dream,Should my early life seem;I say that dream was fraughtWith a wild, and waking thoughtOf beings that have been,Which my spirit hath not seen.Had I let them pass me by,With a dreaming eye!Let none of earth inheritThat vision of my spirit;Those thoughts I would control,As a spell upon his soul:For that bright hope at lastAnd that light time have past,And my worldly rest hath goneWith a sigh as it pass’d on,I care not tho’ it perishWith a thought I then did cherish. Edgar Allan Poe Originally Published in 1827 ...

The Haunted Palace In the greenest of our valleysBy good angels tenanted,Once a fair and stately palace —Snow-white palace — reared its head.In the monarch thought's dominion —It stood there!Never Seraph spread his pinionOver fabric half so fair.  Banners yellow, glorious, golden,On its roof did float and flow —This — all this — was in the oldenTime long ago —And every gentle air that dallied,In that sweet day,Along the rampart plumed and pallid,A winged odour went away.  All wanderers in that happy valley,Through two luminous windows sawSpirits moving musicallyTo a lute's well ...