Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “[To Octavia]” (Text-01), manuscript, about 1827


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[[TO OCTAVIA]]

When wit, and wine, and friends have met

And laughter crowns the festive hour

In vain I struggle to forget

Still does my heart confess thy power

And fondly turn to thee!

 

But Octavia, do not strive to rob

My heart of all that soothes its pain

The mournful hope that every throb

Will make it break for thee!

[May the 1st 1827 —]

 


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Notes:

The date at the bottom of the manscript was clearly written by a hand other than Poe’s, which is why it is here given in square brackets.

Because this poem has been identifed as something Poe merely adapted from a known source, it is perhaps necessary to explain that poems written in the album of a young lady were intended as sincere but not necessarily original tributes. Poe did not sign the poem, and thus was not claiming authorship for himself. The error has been made only by later editors, who were unaware of the true origins and put the poem in print as if composed and not merely written by Poe.

 

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[S:1 - MS, 1827] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - To Octavia (Text-01)