Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. E. C. Stedman and G. E. Woodberry), “To ——,” The Works of Edgar Allan PoeVol. X: Poems (1895), 10:133


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TO ——

THE bowers whereat, in dreams, I see

The wantonest singing birds,

Are lips — and all thy melody

Of lip-begotten words;

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined

Then desolately fall,

O God! on my funereal mind

Like starlight on a pall;

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

And sleep to dream till day


Of truth that gold can never buy


Of the baubles that it may.







[S:0 - SW94, 1895] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - To ---- (Stedman and Woodberry, 1895)