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Here’s a little something from one of my favorite poets.

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From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were — I have not seen

As others saw — I could not bring

My passions from a common spring —

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow — I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone —

And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —

Then — in my childhood — in the dawn

Of a most stormy life — was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still —

From the torrent, or the fountain —

From the red cliff of the mountain —

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold —

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by —

From the thunder, and the storm —

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view —

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 that was more than love-          

 I and my Annabel Lee;    

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 kinsman 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,          

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;    

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

 Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,          

In the sepulchre there by the sea,          

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

 

-Edgar Allan Poe-

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This poem is my all time favorite from my all time favorite poet. This poem was my first ever post in this blog as well, which was a year ago.

Here’s the link: https://mariamikayla.wordpress.com/2012/04/13/an-introduction/

Evening Star

‘Twas noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
‘Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass’d, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
          Than that colder, lowly light.       

-Edgar Allan Poe-

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.

-Edgar Allan Poe-   

Spirits of the Dead

Thy soul shall find itself alone
‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne’er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!

-Edgar Allan Poe-

Eldorado

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old-
This knight so bold-
And o’er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
“Shadow,” said he,
“Where can it be-
This land of Eldorado?”

“Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,”
The shade replied-
“If you seek for Eldorado!”

-Edgar Allan Poe-

Dear Edgar

Dear Edgar, how could you have felt so alone

when my heart you claimed your own?

Remember the happiest day you had,

in silence you sang a song of glad?

And do you remember the serenade for Annie you made?

it was simply beautiful, she was not dismayed

 

You dedicated to Helen and Elizabeth, each a poem

but none more beautiful than that of Annabel’s glum

Under the evening star, you went into a dream within a dream

where your mind was not your own and you screamed

You went to the city in the sea ; a place farther than fairyland

where the spirits of the dead, lay rest in the sand

 

Now you are among to one in paradise and to one departed

and so this poem to you I dedicated

In youth you have known one, in death many have known you

you continue to inspire and touch people who are both happy and blue

And may wherever you are, I pray in peace you rest

An Introduction

I’ve been into poems since I was young. One of my most favorite subjects back when I was still going to school was Literature. I intend to write my own poems in this blog. However, as an introduction let me share this lovely poem.

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 that was more than love-          

 I and my Annabel Lee;    

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 kinsman 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,          

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;    

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

 Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,          

In the sepulchre there by the sea,          

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

– EDGAR ALLAN POE

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