Text: unknown (ed. Killis Campbell), “The Departed,” The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe, Ginn and Company, 1917, p. 143


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Where the river ever floweth,

Where the green grass ever groweth,

Where each star most faintly gloweth,

Do I wander on;

My thick pulses hastily beating,

My quick glances now retreating,

And, with bold advance, now meeting,

Shadows of the gone!

Lonely, by that lovely river,

Where the moon-lit blossoms quiver,

Do I wander on forever,

Musing on the past;

When the weary moon descendeth,

When each pale star earthward bendeth,

Then my soul strong memories sendeth,

Joys too bright to last!

She, earth’s bright and loveliest flower,

Spirit, cooped in mortal bower,

She, whose voice alone had power

O”er my soul, is gone!

Vain, oh! vain, are tears and wailing,

Fierce deep grief is unavailing,

Yet are they my heart assailing, —

Proud heart, never won!







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