Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. E. C. Stedman and G. E. Woodberry), “To M. L. S——,” The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, New York: Stone and Kimball, vol. X, 1895, p. 88


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TO M. L. S——

OF all who hail thy presence as the morning;

Of all to whom thine absence is the night,

The blotting utterly from out high heaven

The sacred sun; of all who, weeping, bless thee

Hourly for hope, for life, ah! above all,

For the resurrection of deep-buried faith

In truth, in virtue, in humanity;

Of all who, on Despair’s unhallowed bed

Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen

At thy soft-murmured words, “Let there be light!”

At the soft-murmured words that were fulfilled

In the seraphic glancing of thine eyes;

Of all who owe thee most, whose gratitude

Nearest resembles worship, oh, remember

The truest, the most fervently devoted,

And think that these weak lines are written by him:

By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think

His spirit is communing with an angel’s.

 


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Notes:

Stedman and Woodberry notes.

 

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