Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. James H. Whitty), “Stanzas,” The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan Poe, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1911 [[added in 1917 edition]], pp. 148-149


[page 148, unnumbered:]


LADY! I would that verse of mine

Could fling, all lavishly and free,

Prophetic tones from every line,

Of health, joy, peace, in store for thee.

Thine should be length of happy days,

Enduring joys and fleeting cares,

Virtues that challenge envy’s praise,

By rivals loved, and mourned by heirs.

Thy life’s free course should ever roam

Beyond this bounded earthly clime,

No billow breaking into foam

Upon the rock-girt shore of Time.

The gladness of a gentle heart,

Pure as the wishes breathed in prayer,

Which has in others’ joys a part,

While in its own all others share.

The fullness of a cultured mind,

Stored with the wealth of bard and sage,

Which Error’s glitter cannot blind,

Lustrous in youth, undimmed in age;

The grandeur of a guileless soul,

With wisdom, virtue, feeling fraught,

Gliding serenely to its goal,

Beneath the eternal sky of Thought: — [page 149:]

These should be thine, to guard and shield,

And this the life thy spirit live,

Blest with all bliss that earth can yield,

Bright with all hopes that Heaven can give.








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