Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. E. C. Stedman and G. E. Woodberry), “To My Mother,” The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, New York: Stone and Kimball, vol. X, 1895, p. 94


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[page 94:]

TO MY MOTHER

BECAUSE I feel that, in the Heavens above,

The angels, whispering to one another,

Can find, among their burning terms of love,

None so devotional as that of “Mother,”

Therefore by that dear name I long have called you —

You who are more than mother unto me,

And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you

In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.

My mother, my own mother, who died early,

Was but the mother of myself; but you

Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,

And thus are dearer than the mother I knew

By that infinity with which my wife

Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.

 


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Notes:

Stedman and Woodberry notes.

 

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