Edgar Allan Poe: An Enigma
by Edgar Allan Poe
"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,
"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet-
Trash of all trash!how can a lady don it?
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-
Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it."
And, veritably, Sol is right enough.
The general tuckermanities are arrant
Bubblesephemeral and so transparent-
But this is, nowyou may depend upon it-
Stable, opaque, immortalall by dint
Of the dear names that he concealed within 't.