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THE

POETICAL WORKS

OF

EDGAR ALLAN POE



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CONTENTS



THE BELLS .... 13

EULALIE A SONG . . . .21

ANNABEL LEE . . . .23

SONNET SILENCE . . . .27

THE RAVEN .... 29

To ONE IN PARADISE . 41

LENORE . \ . . . .44

DREAMS ..... 48

To HELEN (I saw thee once once only years ago) 51

THE HAUNTED PALACE . . 56

A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM . . .60

THE CITY IN THE SEA . 62

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To F f i . . . 66

THE SLEEPER . , . v 68

ULALUME . . . . 73

ROMANCE . . . . 80

SONNET TO SCIENCE ... 82

ELDORADO . . . . 83

To M. (O ! I care not that my earthly lot) * 86

THE CONQUEROR WORM ... 88

SONNET To ZANTE ... 91

To M. L. S. . . . .92

To THE RIVER 94

A DREAM . . . .96

AL AARAAF .... 98

To F s S. O D . . .125

BRIDAL BALLAD .... 126
To MY MOTHER .... 129

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To HELEN (Helen, thy beauty is to me) . . 131

THE LAKE To . . . 133

THE VALLEY OF UNREST . . . 135

THE HAPPIEST DAY, THE HAPPIEST HOUR . 137

CATHOLIC HYMN .... 139

To (Not long ago, the writer of these

lines) . . . . 140
EVENING STAR . . . .142
STANZAS . . . . .144

SPIRITS OF THE DEAD . . . 147

ISRAFEL ..... 150

SONG (I saw thee on thy bridal day) . . 154

To (The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see) . 156

FAIRY-LAND .... 157

THE COLISEUM .... 160

DREAMLAND .... 164

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FOR ANNIE .... 168

ALONE . . . . .175

TAMERLANE . . . .177



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ILLUSTRATIONS



THE BELLS . . . Frontispiece

THE BELLS .... 14

THE BELLS 18

ANNABEL LEE . . . .24

SILENCE ..... 28

THE RAVEN .... 34

To ONE IN PARADISE ... 42

LENORE ..... 46

To HELEN (MRS. WHITMAN) ... 52

THE HAUNTED PALACE ... 56

THE CITY IN THE SEA ... 64

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ELDORADO . . ;


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THE CONQUEROR WORM


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To THE RIVER


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AL AARAAF


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AL AARAAF


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BRIDAL BALLAD


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To HELEN (MRS. STANNARD) .


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THE VALLEY OF UNREST


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FAIRY-LAND


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DREAMLAND


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ALONE ....


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TAMERLANE


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TAMERLANE


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The Bells
i.

HEAR the sledges with the bells

Silver bells!

What a world of merriment their melody foretells !
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,

In the icy air of night !
While the stars, that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,

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The Bells CONTINUED

To the tintinabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,

Golden bells!

What a world of happiness their harmony foretells !
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight !
From the molten golden-notes,

And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats

On the moon!

Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells !

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The Bells CONTINUED

How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future ! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing

Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells !



III.

Hear the loud alarum bells

Brazen bells!

What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!

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The Bells CONTINUED

Too much horrified to speak
They can only shriek, shriek,

Out of tune,

In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavour.
Now now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells

Of Despair!

How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air !
Yet the ear it fully knows,

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The Bells CONTINUED

By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows :
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells

Of the bells
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells
In the clamour and the clangour of the bells!



IV.

Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron bells !



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The Bells CONTINUED

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels !
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone !
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats

Is a groan.

And the people ah, the people
They that dwell up in the steeple,

All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,

In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling

On the human heart a stone
They are neither man nor woman
They are neither brute nor human
They are Ghouls:

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The Bells CONTINUED

And their king it is who tolls ;

And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls

A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells

With the paean of the bells !
And he dances, and he yells ;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the paean of the bells

Of the bells:

Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the throbbing of the bells
Of the bells, bells, bells

To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,



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The Bells CONTINUED

As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,

To the rolling of the bells
Of the bells, bells, bells:

To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.



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Eulalie A Song

I DWELT alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,

Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling
bride.

Ah, less less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl !
And never a flake
That the vapour can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest Eulalie s most unregarded curl

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A Song CONTINUED

Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie s most humble
and careless curl.

Now doubt now Pain
Come never again,
For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,
And all day long
Shines, bright and strong,
Astarte within the sky,

While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye
While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.



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Annabel Lee

IT was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of ANNABEL LEE ;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.



I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea ;
But we loved with a love which was more than love

I and my Annabel Lee ;

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Annabel Lee CONTINUED

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.



And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee ;

So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.



The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me
Yes ! that was the reason (as all men know,

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Annabel Lee CONTINUED

In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we

Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.



For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee ;

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Annabel Lee CONTINUED

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling my darling my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.



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Sonnet Silence

THERE are some qualities some incorporate things,

That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs

From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
There is a two-fold Silence sea and shore

Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,

Newly with grass o ergrown ; some solemn graces,
Some human memories and tearful lore,
Render him terrorless : his name s "No More."
He is the corporate Silence : dread him not !

No power hath he of evil in himself ;
But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)

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Sonnet Silence CONTINUED

Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,
That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod
No foot of man), commend thyself to God!



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The Raven

ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and

weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten

lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a

tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber

door.
Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber

door

Only this, and nothing more."

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The Raven CONTINUED

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the
floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to bor
row

From my books surcease of sorrow sorrow for the lost
Lenore

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name
Lenore

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple cur
tain

Thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never felt
before ;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood re
peating,

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The Raven CONTINUED

" Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber

door
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber

door ;

This it is, and nothing more."



Presently my soul grew stronger ; hesitating then no longer,

"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I im
plore ;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came
rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber
door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you," here I opened wide
the door;

Darkness there, and nothing more.

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The Raven CONTINUED

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there won
dering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to
dream before ;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no
token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
"Lenore!"

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!"

Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me
burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than be
fore.

"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window
lattice :

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The Raven CONTINUED

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery ex
plore

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore ;
Tis the wind and nothing more."



Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and

flutter,

In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore ;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or

stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber

door
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber

door

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

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The Raven CONTINUED

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art

sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the

Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night s Plutonian

shore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so

plainly,

Though its answer little meaning little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber

door
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber

door,

With such name as "Nevermore."

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The Raven CONTINUED

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke
only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did out
pour.

Nothing further then he uttered not a feather then he
fluttered

Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have
flown before

On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown
before."

Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and

store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful

Disaster

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The Raven CONTINUED

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one

burden bore
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden

bore

Of Never nevermore/ "



But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and

bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to

linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of

yore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous

bird of yore

Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

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The Raven CONTINUED

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable ex
pressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom s
core ;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease re
clining

On the cushion s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated
o er,

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating
o er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!



Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an

unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted

floor.

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The Raven CONTINUED

"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee by these angels

he hath sent thee
Respite respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of

Lenore !
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost

Lenore !"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore !"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird
or devil!

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee
here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land en
chanted

On this home by horror haunted tell me truly, I
implore

Is there is there balm in Gilead? tell me tell me,
I implore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

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The Raven CONTINUED

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil prophet still, if bird

or devil !
By that Heaven that bends above us by that God we

both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant

Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name

Lenore
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name

Lenore."

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."



"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I

shrieked, upstarting
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night s Plutonian

shore !

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The Raven CONTINUED

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath

spoken !
Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my

door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from

off my door!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is

sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon s that is

dreaming,
And the lamplight o er him streaming throws his shadow

on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on

the floor

Shall be lifted nevermore!

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To One in Paradise

THOU wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine

A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,

All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.



Ah, dream too bright to last !

Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!



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To One in Paradise CONTINUED

A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on! but o er the Past

(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!



For, alas! alas! with me

The light of Life is o er!

"No more no more no more "
(Such language holds the solemn sea

To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree

Or the stricken eagle soar!



And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams

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To One in Paradise CONTINUED

Are where thy grey eye glances,

And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.



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Lenore

AH, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown

forever !
Let the bell toll! a saintly soul floats on the Stygian

river ;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear? weep now or

nevermore !
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love,

Lenore !
Come! let the burial rite be read the funeral song be

sung !

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L en Ore CONTINUED

An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so

young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so

young.



"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for

her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her that

she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read? the requiem how

be sung
By you by yours, the evil eye, by yours, the slanderous

tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so

young?"

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Leno re CONTINUED

Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that

flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been

thy bride

For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
The life still there, upon her hair the death upon her

eyes.



"Avaunt! avaunt! from fiends below, the indignant ghost

is riven

From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven
From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the

King of Heaven !

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Lenore CONTINUED

Let no bell toll, then, lest her soul, amid its hallowed
mirth,

Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned
Earth!

And I! to-night my heart is light! no dirge will I up
raise,

But waft the angel on her flight with a Paean of old
days!"



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Dreams

OH! that my young life were a lasting dream!

My spirit not awakening, till the beam

Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.

Yes! tho that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,

Twere better than the cold reality

Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,

And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,

A chaos of dqep passion, from his birth.

But should it be that dream eternally

Continuing as dreams have been to me

In my young boyhood should it thus be given,

Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.

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CONTINUED

For I have revell d, when the sun was bright

F the summer sky, in dreams of living light

And loveliness, have left my very heart

In climes of my imagining, apart

From mine own home, with beings that have been

Of mine own thought what more could I have seen?

Twas once and only once and the wild hour

From my remembrance shall not pass some power

Or spell had bound me twas the chilly wind

Came o er me in the night, and left behind

Its image on my spirit or the moon

Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon

Too coldly or the stars howe er it was

That dream was as that night-wind let it pass.

I have been happy, tho in a dream.

I have been happy and I love the theme:

Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life,

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Dreams CONTINUED

As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife

Of semblance with reality, which brings

To the delirious eye, more lovely things

Of Paradise and Love and all our own!

Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.



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To Helen

[Helen was Mrs. Whitman.]

I SAW thee once once only years ago :

I must not say how many but not many.

It was a July midnight; and from out

A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,

Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,

There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,

With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,

Upon the upturned faces of a thousand

Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,

Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe

Fell on the upturned faces of these roses

That gave out, in return for the love-light,

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To Helen CONTINUED

Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death
Fell on the upturned faces of the roses,
That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted
By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence.

Clad all in white, upon a violet bank

I saw thee half-reclining; while the moon

Fell on the upturn d faces of the roses,

And on thine own, upturn d alas, in sorrow!

Was it not Fate, that, on this July midnight
Was it not Fate (whose name is also Sorrow)
That bade me pause before that garden-gate,
To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses?
No footstep stirred: the hated world all slept,
Save only thee and me. (Oh, Heaven! oh, God!

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To Helen CONTINUED

How my heart beats in coupling those two words !
Save only thee and me. I paused I looked
And in an instant all things disappeared.
(Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted!)



The pearly lustre of the moon went out:

The mossy banks and the meandering paths,

The happy flowers and the repining trees,

Were seen no more: the very roses odours

Died in the arms of the adoring airs.

All all expired save thee save less than thou:

Save only the divine light in thine eyes

Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.

I saw but them they were the world to me!

I saw but them saw only them for hours,

Saw only them until the moon went down.

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To Helen CONTINUED

What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten
Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!

How dark a woe, yet how sublime a hope!
How silently serene a sea of pride!
How daring an ambition; yet how deep
How fathomless a capacity for love!

But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees
Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained;
They would not go they never yet have gone;
Lighting my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since;
They follow me they lead me through the years.
They are my ministers yet I their slave.

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To Helen CONTINUED

Their office is to illumine and enkindle


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