Edgar Allan Poe: To --
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TO --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