Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “The Haunted Palace” (Text-02b), American Museum (Baltimore), April 1839, 2:320


[page 320, unnumbered:]



IN the greenest of our valleys

By good angels tenanted,

Once a fair and stately palace —

Snow-white palace — reared its head.

In the monarch thought's dominion —

It stood there!

Never Seraph spread his pinion

Over fabric half so fair.

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,

On its roof did float and flow —

This — all this — was in the olden

Time long ago —

And every gentle air that dallied,

In that sweet day,

Along the rampart plumed and pallid,

A winged odour went away.

All wanderers in that happy valley,

Through two luminous windows saw

Spirits moving musically

To a lute's well tuned law,

Round about a throne where sitting


In state his glory well befitting,

The sovereign of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing

Was the fair palace door;

Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,

And sparkling evermore,

A troop of echoes, whose sweet duty

Was but to sing

In voices of surpassing beauty,

The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things in robes of sorrow,

Assailed the monarch's high estate!

Ah, let us mourn — for never morrow

Shall dawn upon him desolate!

And round about his home the glory,

That blushed and bloomed,

Is but a dim-remembered story

Of the old time entombed.

And travellers now within that valley,

Through the red-litten windows, see

Vast forms that move fantastically

To a discordant melody;

While, like a rapid ghastly river,

Through the pale door;

A hideous throng rush out forever,

And laugh — but smile no more.



This short-lived magazine was owned by Nathan C. Brooks, and J. D. Snodgrass, both acquaintances of Poe.


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