The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ... TO THE bowers whereat, in dreams, I see The wantonest singing birds, Arc 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 bawbles that it may. rA DREAM IN visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed, But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream, that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, through storm and night, So trembled from afar, What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star? ROMANCE ROMANCE, who loves to nod and sing With drowsy head and folded wing Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been -- a most familiar bird --< Taught me my alphabet to say, To lisp my very earliest word While in the wild-wood I did lie, A child -- with a most knowing eye. Of late, eternal condor years So shake the very heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by, I have no time for idle cares Through gazing on the unquiet sky; And when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings, That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away -- forbidden things -- My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings. FAIRY-LAND DIM vales, and shadowy floods, And cloudy-looking woods, Whose forms we can't discover For the tears that drip all over! Huge moons there wax and wane,...