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Text: Edgar Allan Poe, "A Pæan," Southern Literary Messenger, January 1836, 2:71, col. 2





[page 71, column 2:]

A PÆAN.

How shall the burial rite be read?
    The solemn song be sung?
The requiem for the loveliest dead,
    That ever died so young?
 
Her friends are gazing on her,
    And on her gaudy bier,
And weep! — oh! to dishonor
    Her beauty with a tear!
 
They loved her for her wealth —
    And they hated her for her pride —
But she grew in feeble health,
    And they love her — that she died.
 
They tell me (while they speak
    Of her “costly broider’d pall”)
That my voice is growing weak —
    That I should not sing at all —
 
Or that my tone should be
    Tun’d to such solemn song
So mournfully — so mournfully,
    That the dead may feel no wrong.
 
But she is gone above,
    With young Hope at her side,
And I am drunk with love
    Of the dead, who is my bride.
 
Of the dead — dead — who lies
    All motionless,
With the death upon her eyes,
    And the life upon each tress.
 
In June she died — in June
    Of life — beloved, and fair;
But she did not die too soon,
    Nor with too calm an air.
 
From more than fiends on earth,
    Helen, thy soul is riven,
To join the all-hallowed mirth
    Of more than thrones in heaven —

Therefore, to thee this night
    I will no requiem raise,
But waft thee on thy flight,
    With a Pæan of old days.        E. A. P.









Notes:

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