Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “To -- --” (Text-A), ­Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane and Minor Poems­ (1829), p. 62


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3.

TO — —

 

1

 

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see

The wantonest singing birds

Are lips — and all thy melody

Of lip-begotten words —

 

2

 

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrin’d

Then desolately fall,

O! God! on my funereal mind

Like starlight on a pall —

 

3

 

Thy heart — thy heart! — I wake and sigh,

And sleep to dream till day

Of truth that gold can never buy —

Of the trifles that it may.


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Notes:

None.


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