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John E. Reilly
COLLEGE OF THE HOLY CROSS
Ermina's Gales: The Poems
Jane Locke Devoted to Poe
IT HAS now been a century since William F. Gill, Eugene L. Didier, and especially John H. Ingram took the first methodical steps toward the development of an authentic Poe biography. When we consider how many more steps have been taken over the past ten decades, how carefully Poe has been scrutinized, it is difficult to imagine that there remain any recesses in his life and character that have not been fully explored. But such recesses do still exist, and occasionally we uncover them even in the most obvious of places. One of these recesses is Poe's relationship with the sentimental poetess Jane Ermina Locke.
Every student of Poe is familiar with Mrs. Locke, familiar at least with the handful of “facts” that has been passed on from one Poe biographer to the next: that she was four years older than Poe, that her maiden name was Ermina Starkweather, that she assumed the name “Jane” after her marriage (in 1829), that she was related remotely through her husband to Frances Osgood, that she lived in Lowell, Massachusetts, where she had as her neighbor Mrs. Charles B. Richmond (Poe's “Annie”), that she was the mother of a large family (seven children, five of whom were still living when Poe met her), that she invited Poe to lecture in Lowell in July 1848, and that she pursued and persecuted him as he alternately encouraged and scorned her.(1) Most of what we know about Mrs. Locke's relationship with Poe is [page 207:] provided by Poe himself in two letters to her in 1847 and 1848 and in several letters to Mrs. Richmond in 1849. From Mrs. Locke's side, a brief note is all that exists of what possibly was a large number of letters written to him over a period of more than two years. Everything else from her appears to have vanished, everything except the poems she is known to have written about Poe. But these poems have been almost completely ignored. No serious effort has been made either to identify them or even to determine how many of them Mrs. Locke wrote. For example, a manuscript poem by her in the Poe-Ingram Collection is unquestionably about Poe; yet this poem has received so little attention its title has been allowed to remain for many years incorrectly transcribed as “Ermina's Gale.”(2) It is, indeed, one of Mrs. Locke's gales, one of her frequent sentimental outbursts, but the proper title to the poem is “Ermina's Tale.”
The purpose of the present paper is to bring to light “Ermina's Tale” and five other gales, five other poems Mrs. Locke wrote about Poe between December 1846 and July 1850. Though none of these poems is of any real value in its own right, all six of them are of interest in part for what they reveal of Mrs. Locke's view of her relationship with Poe and more importantly for the impression of Poe, the image if you will, which they embody. Indeed, these poems provide us with a unique opportunity to observe the impact Poe had not only upon someone who knew him personally but upon someone who was virtually a stereotype of the kind of woman for whom he had an immense personal appeal.
Mrs. Locke entered Poe's life by means of a poem, one which she wrote in response to reports of the destitution of the Poe family that were published in December 1846. A copy of her poem reached Poe at Fordham through the hands of Nathaniel Parker Willis before the close of the month, but the text seems not to have been printed at that time.(3) However, given Mrs. Locke's respect for Poe's critical opinion, especially his favorable opinion of her work, it is unlikely that she withheld these “beautiful lines,” as he described them, permanently from publication.(4) Accordingly, there is a poem entirely appropriate to the circumstances of December 1846 printed in Mrs. Locke's The Recalled, the 1854 collection of her verse. Entitled “An Invocation for Suffering Genius” and located in a section of the book called “Voices of the Past,” the poem laments the destitution and neglect of a “master” poet, and it does so in language that occasionally echoes Poe's own poem “Israfel”: [page 208:]
Oh, Charity, where hast thou fled with heavenly-lustred wing,
While on a low and sorrowing bed Genius lies suffering?
Dost thou no cheering errand bear, to one by coldness slain,
No blest relief from pitying souls, or coffers filled with gain?
Back, to yon halls all crimsoned round with web of Persia's loom —
With quarried wealth of Egypt there, and Araby's perfume,
To mirror beauty at her shrine, when in her loveliest guise,
And sprinkle o'er with fragrant drops her costly sacrifice;
Back, as she kneels on tufted flowers, with jewel-clasped hand,
And bends her brow in meekness there, pressed with the sparkling band;
Oh, to her heart the bitter grief with potency reveal,
The anguish of a spirit crushed, stamped with a God-gift seal!
The deep despair of manhood's heart, when want her heavy hand
Thrusts back upon his soul the thoughts, that, like a burning brand,
Have lighted all the ether round, and kindled fire within,
When coldness met the heart without, as kindness were a sin!
The deep despair the poet feels, when tuneless hangs his lyre,
And feeble falls the master-hand that swept each hallowed wire,
Whose music, though as angel's sweet, had ever failed to bring
The murmer of its echo back, to soothe his sorrowing!
Ask but one jewel from her hand, one diamond from her brow,
And it shall raise the suffering one from want's deep stain — from woe;
And he shall smite again his lyre, and strike its softest key,
Until shall gush its heavenly strains in loftiest melody.
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Ye tempt with gold the piper's song, and speed the loitering feet,
Of harper at the festival, or minstrel in the street;
But he who bears a nobler lyre, with strings of seraph tone,
Ye leave to pine in actual want, unpitied and alone][.]
Ye listen to the heavenly notes, and call the music rare,
And linger as it softly floats upon the midnight air,
And wonder at the minstrel's power, and wonder at his song,
And wonder at the master-hand that can the strains prolong;
Then turn unto your downy couch, nor heed that all abroad,
No shelter for his head is found, no pillow but the sod;
Nor heed that on his cherished lyre the midnight dew descends
In chilling drops, until at length its sweetest chords it rends.
O, place, as favored ones of old, the ring upon his hand,
The chain upon his neck who near to royalty should stand;
Nor let it be that in our midst genius shall pine and die,
And the recording angel write its record in the sky!(5) [page 209:]
Mrs. Locke's “Invocation” led directly to a correspondence with Poe that got under way early in 1847. Of Poe's two surviving contributions, the second letter, written on 19 May 1848, indicates that he was deliberately and indiscretely encouraging Mrs. Locke's interest in him but that he and Mrs. Locke had still not met.(6) We have no response to this letter, at least no response in the form of a letter from her. What we have instead is a poem called “The True Poet” that she wrote on 1 June, no more than ten days after she received his letter. “The True Poet” makes no mention of Poe by name, but who else at that moment possibly could have been Mrs. Locke's “poet of the heart,” the solitary and anguished one of “angel gifts” whose only “guerdon” is his hope for “Immortality”? Though Poe remains here essentially the “master” poet of “An Invocation for Suffering Genius,” this poem, which addresses itself directly to the “true poet,” is perceptibly more personal. The first three and the last of the nine stanzas convey a sense of the whole:
Poet of the heart,
Delving in earth's mine,
From mankind apart,
Yet where jewel's shine;
Heaving upward to the light,
Precious one of fossil bright:
Toil thou still, deep down,
For earth's hidden gems;
They shall deck a crown,
Blaze in diadems:
And when thy hand shall fall to rest,
Brightly jewel beauty's breast.
Wipe the heavy sweat
From thy lip and brow,
Where earth's gems are set,
Proudly knowest thou;
While thou art breathing noxious air,
They are sparkling every where.
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Gather, gather on,
As the lamp doth burn;
Proudest, loftiest one,
For thy toil shall yearn;
And when thou thy work hast done
Earth shall feel thy presence gone.(7) [page 210:]
Mrs. Locke wrote “The True Poet” on 1 June 1848, but before it made its initial appearance in the New York Evening Post two months later, the pace of her relationship with Poe had accelerated. Their first meeting took place on a visit she made to Fordham sometime in June,(8) and the following month he traveled to Lowell at her invitation to deliver a public lecture on “The Poets and Poetry of America” on 10 July. Mrs. Locke's sense of triumph must have been exquisite. Had she not lured to Lowell a poet of national reputation? And was not this “glorious devil,” as Mrs. Osgood described him, a guest at Wamesit Cottage, the Locke family residence near the banks of the Concord River? Though the presence of Mrs. Locke's husband and their five young children as well as the public nature of Poe's presence in Lowell must have precluded intimacies of any kind during his visit, Poe did make a very intimate impression upon Mrs. Locke's lively imagination, an impression she made an attempt to convey in “Ermina's Tale,” the manuscript poem in the Poe-Ingram Collection.(9) Dated “Wamesit Cottage[,] August/48,” the manuscript is accompanied by a note which, though no addressee is identified, unquestionably was directed to Poe:
I hope you will acknowledge the receipt of this immediately, tho’ more than this I shall not entreat of you, le[a]ving all to your own discretion and feelings, mine are written out, and you cannot mistake them; therefore you can judge of the safety of any thing you may say to me, or of the manner in which it will be received. But the courtesy due, if you do not believe my heart — I beg you will not deny me, that I may know you have received this. — Have these given you even greater sympathy than I now feel. —
Yrs as ever
Jane E. Locke
The “Tale” itself is Ermina's (i.e., Jane Ermina Locke's) fantastic, almost frenzied account of a “trance-like”“ experience, a “reality,” in which the “void” of her “lonely” soul was filled by the “mortal form” (ie., Poe) of her “ideal.” Though space prohibits quoting here all thirty-one of the poem's four-line stanzas, the thirteen in which Ermina describes her “vision” are essential to an appreciation of the impact Poe had upon her:
Then forth there came to my enraptured sight, —
From whence I know not — how — or why it came —
A mortal form! — immortal — veiled! — in light
That well nigh had consumed my heart; its flame, [page 211:]
The flame that wrapt its glory blazed around,
As altars blaze with hallowed incense; air,
And sky, and earth, and all that crowned,
Gave back the gorgeousness, and odor there.
Around his brow was twined a serpent wreath, —
And to his fingers swayed harpstrings of fire,
That swelled forlornest strains, burthening the breath
Of air, to memories of uncrowned desire.
It seemed, the wild refrain of my soul's void
That echoed back in deeper melody;
Full-voiced but sweeter for joined cadenced word,
Answering its longings strange, in consonant measures free.
I felt as in the presence of a god!
My heart awe-struck, sent up a censer flame
With fingers clasped; flower burthened was the sod,
And there the figure knelt as best it me became!
Then solemn vows on the warm breath of love,
In tones beguiling entered all my soul;
And from his dark eye flashes as famed Jove
The immortal gave where AEgea's surges roll.
The trancing [sic] while I pressed my throbbing heart,
And twisted every key in torturing pain;
But I forgot the tightened chord can start
To deeper music in a Memnon strain.
Then I relaxed its strings, but freshest tears,
Bathed them and shrunk them to a tension free,
And gathering unknown strength acquired of years,
To strains he poured they thrilled in extacy.
But could a god so kneel to mortal form,? —
So could a mortal charm immortal here?
Could soul so waken soul, — heart, heart so charm,
An arid Eden freshen by a tear? —
Then deep, deep down within my wondering heart,
There woke a thought — a dream — a picture e’en,
Like to that figure, drawn in youth, apart, —
My soul's ideal had my clear eye seen!
I stood a moment statue-like, — as still —
Palsied — consuming with the unveiled sight;
Then rushed my idol worship but to fill
In the full maddening splendor of that light. [page 211:]
I felt his clasp, as lip to lip he pressed,
Listened, beguiled as to an angel's tone,
To his impassioned words; — then sank to rest,
In trance divine my heart upon his own!
Can I recal[l] it now? — no — no — ah, no,
The flame hath touched it, and the glory wrought;
Vapor of incense in empurpled glow,
Hath rapt with wild delirium every thought.
This “one blossom of my heart,” this “late love's / Full dream,” has passed, Ermina laments. “Henceforth,” she continues through an appropriate allusion,
the “Raven's” beak my heart shall bear;
And the strange flapping of his ebon wings,
Fan my sad spirit to a deep despair
Wild as the “nevermore” it ceaseless sings!
Resignedly, Ermina now looks forward only to the sound of “the last clarion”:
Then shall that heart, once more, beat ‘gainst mine own,
Nor on the lip cool love's delicious kiss;
Then all of being be one trance alone,
Ideal with ideal blend in bliss. —
Unfortunately, we do not know how Poe received “Ermina's Tale,” though one wonders if he were not at least dismayed at the fervor he had kindled. What we do know is that while he was a guest at Wamesit Cottage in July, Mrs. Locke introduced him to Mrs. Charles B. Richmond and that he promptly abandoned whatever interest, pretended or otherwise, he had in his ardent, middle-aged hostess for a genuine infatuation with her attractive, young neighbor, his “dearest Annie.”(10) Just when Mrs. Locke realized that she had been forsaken is uncertain, but the sense of loss and resignation with which “Ermina's Tale” closes and the urgency of the accompanying note suggest that she may have begun to suspect as early as August. Her reaction — or at least Poe's version of it — when she finally realized is reported in his letters to Mrs. Richmond in February and March of 1849. He had, Poe complained, “incurred the unrelenting vengeance of that worst of all fiends, ‘a woman scorned,’” in this instance a woman who occupied herself “in ransacking the world for scandal against me, (& the falser the better for her purpose,) & in fabricating accusations where she could not find them ready made.”(11) [page 213:]
Though Mrs. Locke may, indeed, have been guilty of the “vile calumnies” and “misrepresentations” charged by Poe, he in turn misrepresented her when in a letter to Mrs. Richmond in February 1849 he compared Mrs. Locke to Elizabeth Frieze Ellet, the scourge ofhis indiscretions among the literary ladies of New York several years earlier.(12) It was a misrepresentation because Mrs. Locke had neither Mrs. Ellet's stamina nor her disposition for relentless malignancy, and the shreds of evidence we do have from the closing year of Poe's life suggest that Mrs. Locke's attitude toward him was not one of unrelieved hostility but one of such genuine ambivalence that her machinations, unsuccessful though they proved to be, probably were calculated as much to recover his affection as to discredit him.(13)
A sense of this ambivalence marks a mournful tribute to Poe written by Mrs. Locke less than a week after his death on 7 October 1849. Entitled simply “Requiem” and dated 12 October, the poem was printed in Willis's Home Journal on the twenty-seventh of that month as the work of one “E. S.” (i.e., Ermina Starkweather).(14) An accompanying editorial note describes “‘E. S.” as “one of the good and pure who had an unvarying sympathy and admiration for our friend Edgar Poe.” Though Mrs. Locke's sympathy and admiration may have been unvarying, “Requiem” demonstrates that they were then not unmixed with her awareness of Poe's “errors,” errors which, perhaps, had enhanced the fascination he held for one “O'er whose path his shadow fell.” Here is the entire poem:
Strike the anthem, bards and brothers,
Softly sweep your many lyres;
Let the low and solemn requiem,
Linger on their silver wires!
One hath broken from your number —
Think not of his errors here —
And hath laid him to a slumber,
Beyond earthly hope or fear!
One hath broken from your number,
With a harp of mightiest tone;
And hath passed through death's dread slumber
Onward to the eternal throne!
Let the turf press lightly on him,
Lay his lyre upon his breast;
And the laurels Fame had won him,
Hang them o'er his place of rest. [page 214:]
Though they bear full many an earth-stain,
Death's dark stream should wash away,
All the mildew clinging to them,
All the soiling of the clay!
Earth-stained laurels hanging heavy,
With the cold and midnight dew!
Weep ye, brothers, it is mournful,
Thus to decorate the yew!
Had the prayers of those availed him,
O'er whose path his shadow fell,
Darkening with its raven pinions
Life's dim way, it had been well.
But yet strike the anthem, brothers —
Think not of his errors now —
Mourn him, mourn his harp-strings broken,
And the crushed wreath on his brow!
Take ye — take the scattered fragments,
Lay them kindly at his breast;
Of the lyre he swept so wildly,
Let them mark his place of rest!
Strike the anthem low and solemn,
Let its mournful echo swell
Through the ‘haunted woodland’ openings,
Where the ‘Ghouls’ of ‘Wier’ do dwell.
O'er the ‘dank tarn’ of the ‘Auber’
Let its mournful numbers swell,
And through ‘cypress vales Titanic,’ —
Paths his spirit loved so well!
Nevermore shall strains so mighty
Wind along that lakelet ‘dim;
Nevermore shall float such music,
None could sweep the Lyre like him!
Strike the anthem, then, ye brothers —
Think not of his errors now —
Mourn him — mourn his harp-strings broken,
And the crushed wreath on his brow!(15)
“Requiem” was not the only poem Mrs. Locke wrote about Poe after his death. There were at least two others. One of them, “Lady and Poet, appears in Mrs. Locke's collection The Recalled, but the whole thrust of the poem suggests that she probably wrote it not long [page 215:] after “Requiem.” She may even have had it published somewhere at that time. The poem tells us of a “Poet” who, on his “dying bed — / Afar neath a southern sun,” sought forgiveness of a “Lady fair” for a “wrong” he had spoken and a “vow” he had broken. If there is any doubt that “Lady and Poet” is a fantasy about Mrs. Locke and Poe, a transparent exercise in wish fulfillment, the epigraph from Poe's drama Politian clearly suggests that Mrs. Locke composed the poem with Poe in mind. Note that the “meek spirit” of the “gentle one” yearned to forgive her repentant offender:
——— ‘Thou could'st not go,
With those words upon thy lips —
I knew thou would'st not,
could'st not, durst not go!”
Scenes from Politian.
A Poet in dread
Pressed his dying bed —
Afar ‘neath a southern sun, —
Yet a missive he sent,
Ere his life's day was spent,
To an early worshipped one.
‘It haunteth me e'er,
O, Lady fair’ —
(‘T was thus that the missive ran,)
‘That a wrong I spoke,
And a vow I broke,
And mournful the past I scan.
‘My words pure were they,
And my heart true as day, —
(‘T was thus that the missive ran,)
‘But a demon awoke,
And a wrong I spoke,
Thus pining my life fills its span.
‘They fall as 'tis meet,
Tears — tears on the sheet —
(So the words of the missive ran,)
“That with beckoning hand
Now to thee I send —
Forgive, gentle one, if you can.’
Its white leaves were spread,
And the Lady read [page 216:]
Of his grief that in secret burned,
And his soul to forgive,
Ere the urn should receive
His ashes, her meek spirit yearned.
But while blessing his name,
A dread message came,
With moaning from over the sea;
And the Poet's death-knell,
Throbbed the funeral bell,
So his sorrowing soul was free.
But the Lady's heart
Felt it blest to depart
With a spirit repentance riven;
And the missive sweet
For a Poet meet,
She treasured as token of heaven.(16)
The Locke family moved from Lowell to Boston in the spring of 1850. In July of that year, Mrs. Locke attended an exhibition of paintings and sculpture at the Boston Athenaeum. She saw there a bas relief executed in marble by Horatio Greenough for George Ticknor and lent by Ticknor to the Athenaeum for the occasion. The catalogue to the exhibition describes the bas relief (item number 244) as “The discouraged Artist sitting before his unfinished work with a dying lamp, which a friendly hand replenishes to enable him to continue his labors.”(17) Greenough's sculpture reminded Mrs. Locke of Poe, of “one I sadly yet remember,” and it taught her “a lesson to be treasured.” She reported the experience to the Boston Daily Journal for 17 July in the form of a poem bearing the ungainly title “Athenaeum Gallery — Marble Basso Rilievo — No. 244”:
Blessed to me is the lesson
I have gathered up to-day;
And my fainting soul is breathing,
Freer on its upward way.
“Tis a little thing can teach us,
And where'er the Poet turns,
Start before him springs refreshing,
While he drinks from wreathed urns.
I had wondered, I had sorrowed
O'er the Artist's struggling lot;
O'er the Poet in his chamber,
With a mighty soul forgot. [page 217:]
One I sadly yet remember,
Straying from the archangel's choir;
As if sinning he had fallen,
Yet retained the immortal Lyre!
(Now an angel's harp he smiteth,
Of scarce sweeter notes — or higher!)
One whose lightest cord's soft thrilling,
Brought the listening seraphs near;
And if tears could well in heaven,
They had wept such strains to hear!
But from his entrancing numbers,
Mortals coldly turned away; —
(Wonder not that error found him,
Where his chilled heart shivering lay;)
And the night-wind swept his pillow,
And the night-dew drenched his head,
Thus while waiting for the morning,
His proud spirit fainting, fled!
So they spread their wounded pinions,
The sweet “poets of the air,”
O'er a blood-bedazzled plumage —
Shafts the fowler hath laid bare;
And betake them to the forest,
Nevermore his haunts to share!
I remember his last anguish,
I remember his last word,
Breaking from the depths within him,
By the Mary Mother heard;
As a strain of deathless music,
From a deep, despairing, stirred!
But an emblem here hath taught me,
On a snowy tablet spread;
Evermore hath Genius faltered,
With dark clouds above its head!
And I welcome the sweet lesson,
As I welcome truth and right;
That amid its soul despairing,
And the darkness of its night,
Shall an unseen hand replenish,
In its lamp the quenched light. [page 218:]
“Tis a lesson to be treasured
By the fainting Genius soul;
When the dying flame hath wasted,
The pure oil within the bowl.
Lesson that shall rouse the Artist,
From the breathless syncope;
From the fiery, brain-sick fever,
On his life's dark maddening sea;
To complete his proud ideal,
For an Immortality!(18)
This poem marks a discernible shift in Mrs. Locke's attitude. Though Poe remains here the lamented genius, the victim of suffering and neglect, the poem is devoid of the sense of Mrs. Locke's personal involvement with him that characterized “Ermina's Tale,” “Requiem,” and “Lady and Poet.” She seems instead to have recovered the stance of detached compassion she had assumed in “An Invocation for Suffering Genius,” the poem she wrote before she had come to know him personally. In effect, the Athenaeum poem suggests that by July 1850 Mrs. Locke had come full circle to the emotional point at which she had entered Poe's life almost four years earlier.
In 1854 James Munroe and Company of Boston, a firm for which Mrs. Locke did a good deal of literary journeywork, published her book The Recalled. This collection prints five of the six poems about Poe examined in this paper, the Athenaeum poem being the only one not included. Whether Mrs. Locke wrote any other poems about Poe, especially after the publication of The Recalled, is not known; but the possibility would seem to have diminished as her recollection of Poe grew remote. An exhaustive search to make certain would be a formidable undertaking, for Mrs. Locke, who died in March 1859, published poetry widely until the very close of her life.(19) And a methodical search would necessitate examining a number of publications over a period of at least six years, publications such as the Boston Daily Journal, the Boston Atlas, the New York Evening Post, the Home Journal, the Unitarian Christian Register, several temperance journals, and a variety of other magazines and newspapers, some of which are hard to come by even when copies are said to survive. The results probably would not justify the effort.
1 Published sources of information on Mrs. Locke include the following: John Goodwin Locke (Mrs. Locke's husband), Book of the Lockes. A Genealogical and Historical Record of the Descendants of William Locke, of Woburn (Boston, 1853), pp. 222-223; “Jane Ermina Locke,” The Great Republic Monthly, 1 (May 1859), 541-542 (an obituary); Grace Le Baron Upham, “A Memoir of Mrs. Jane Ermina Locke; by Her Daughter,” Contributions of the Old Residents’ Historical Association, Lowell, Massachusetts, IV (Sept. 1890), 259-271; Frederick W. Coburn, an untitled article in two parts on Poe and Mrs. Locke in The Lowell (Massachusetts) Courier-Citizen, 20 Jan. 1940, p. 11, and 27 Jan., p. 11; Frederick W. Coburn, “Lowell's Association with Edgar Allan Poe, in 1848,” The Lowell Courier-Citizen, 20 Jan. 1941, p. 11, 27 Jan., p. 11, 3 Feb., p. 11, 10 Feb., p. 11. There is additional information on Mrs. Locke in letters which will be cited in this paper.
2 See, for example, John Carl Miller, John Henry Ingram's Poe Collection at the University of Virginia (Charlottesville, 1960), p. 9 (item 44).
3 Poe acknowledged receipt of the poem in his letter to Willis which the latter published in the Home Journal on 9 Jan. 1847. The letter is reprinted in The Letters of Edgar Allan Poe, ed. John Ward Ostrom (New York, 1966), II, 338-339.
In his letter to Mrs. Locke on 10 March 1847, Poe seems to speak of the poem as though it had been published (Letters, II, 346). If the poem was published at that time, the most likely place for its appearance would have been Willis's Home Journal. Unfortunately, no complete file of the Journal for 1846-47 exists.
In his Edgar Allan Poe. His Life, Letters, and Opinions (1880; rpt. New York, 1965), p. 331, John H. Ingram claimed to have the poem in his possession, but what Ingram seems to have had in mind was the manuscript of “Ermina's Tale” now in the Poe-Ingram Collection.
4 Mrs. Locke's respect for Poe's critical opinion is expressed in the Preface to her The Recalled (Boston, 1854), pp. iii-iv. For Poe's praise of these “beautiful lines,” see Letters, II, 346.
5 The Recalled, pp. 93-95. The spaced periods between the sixth and seventh stanzas suggest that Mrs. Locke may have deleted material from an earlier version of the p poem.
6 Letters, I, 366-368.
7 New York Evening Post, 3 Aug. 1848, p. 1. The poem which here is said to be “For the Evening Post,” is signed only “J. E. L.” and is dated “Wamesit Cottage, June 1st.” I have accepted this as the date of composition. “The True Poe” was reprinted in the Lowell Daily Journal and Courier, 9 Feb. 1849, p. 1 (where it is dated “1849”), and in The Recalled, pp. 22-24. It is perhaps to the reprinting of this poem in the Daily Journal and Courier that Poe refers in his letter to Mrs. Richmond of 23 March 1849 (Letters, II, 434).
8 Although tradition has held that Poe saw Mrs. Locke for the first time when he visited Lowell in July, two unpublished letters in the Poe-Ingram Collection point to the earlier meeting at Fordham. One of these letters, from Mrs. Richmond to Ingram (13 March 1877) simply indicates that the earlier visit took place; the other letter, from Sarah Helen Whitman to Ingram (2 June 1874), specifies that the visit occurred in June.
9 “Ermina's Tale,” a MS. of four pages accompanied by a note, is item number 44 in the Poe-Ingram Collection. I am grateful to the authorities of the University of Virginia Library for permission to quote from this MS.
We may be able to trace the route this MS. took from Mrs. Locke to the Poe-Ingram collection. She wrote it in August of 1848 and sent it to Poe; he forwarded “Mrs. L's long MS. poem” to Mrs. Richmond in June 1849 (Letters, II, 447); and Mrs. Richmond sent Ingram [page 220:] the one remaining “memento” of Mrs. Locke that Poe had given her (Mrs. Richmond to Ingram, 13 March 1877, in the Poe-Ingram Collection).
Mrs. Locke seems not so indiscrete as to have published “Ermina's Tale” during Poe's lifetime. When it did appear in print, it was as a part of “The Sisters of Avon,” a long poem in The Recalled, pp. 204-218. Here Mrs. Locke deleted seven of the original thirty-one stanzas, including the very explicit last two of the thirteen vision stanzas quoted in this paper, and made the remainder of the poem a part of a speech delivered by the more matronly of the two unnamed sisters of Avon.
10 In her letter of March 1877 (Poe-Ingram Collection), Mrs. Richmond told Ingram that Mrs. Locke had introduced Poe to her.
11 Letters, II, 429-432.
12 ibid., p. 431.
13 How otherwise can we account for Mrs. Locke's never having ceased writing to Poe, for her threatening to visit him again at Fordham in June of 1849 (Letters, II, 448), and for her having told him several months earlier that she was preparing a “detailed” narrative of “all that occurred” between them, a narrative in which he was to “appear noble, generous, &c. &c.” (Letters, II, 438)? How otherwise, too, can we account for the republication of her poem “The True Poet” in the Lowell Daily Journal and Courier on 9 Feb. 1849, where it bears not the date 1 June 1848, the date of its composition, but the new date “1849,” thereby suggesting that Poe remained Mrs. Locke's “poet of the heart”?
14 Home Journal, 27 Oct. 1849, p. [2]. “Requiem” was reprinted as “Requiem for Edgar A. Poe” in The Recalled, pp. 29-31.
15 Because there are a number of typographical errors in the Home Journal printing of the poem, the text followed here is that of The Recalled.
16 The Recalled, pp. 181-183.
17 Catalogue of the Twenty-Third Exhibition of Paintings, in the Gallery of the Boston Athenaeum, Beacon Street (Boston, 1850), p. 13. For the history of the bas relief, see Nathalia Wright, Horatio Greenough: The First American Sculptor (Philadelphia, 1963), pp. 250-251.
18 Boston Daily Journal, 17 July 1850, p. 1. Mrs. Locke's name is misprinted “Jonas E. Locke.” The poem does not appear in The Recalled.
19 According to Mrs. Locke's obituary in The Great Republic Monthly, I (May 1859), 542, her last poem was published in February 1859.
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