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by Edgar Allan Poe

1830


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 the truth that gold can never buy-
Of the baubles that it may.

THE END


 

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