Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. James H. Whitty), “To ----,” The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan Poe, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1911, pp. ???-???


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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.

 


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Notes:

None.

 

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[S:0 - JHW11, 1911] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - To ---- (ed. J. H. Whitty, 1911)