Poems

The dying swan by northern lakesSings its wild death song, sweet and clear,And as the solemn music breaksO’er hill and glen dissolves in air;Thus musical thy soft voice came,Thus trembled on thy tongue my name. Like sunburst through the ebon cloud,Which veils the solemn midnight sky,Piercing cold evening's sable shroud,Thus came the first glance of that eye;But like the … [Read more...] about Fanny, By: Edgar Allan Poe

The skies they were ashen and sober;The leaves they were crisped and sere—The leaves they were withering and sere;It was night in the lonesome OctoberOf my most immemorial year;It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,In the misty mid region of Weir—It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. Here once, through an alley Titanic,Of cypress, I … [Read more...] about Ulalume, By: Edgar Allan Poe

Fair river! in thy bright, clear flowOf crystal, wandering water,Thou art an emblem of the glowOf beauty—the unhidden heart—The playful maziness of artIn old Alberto's daughter; But when within thy wave she looks—Which glistens then, and trembles—Why, then, the prettiest of brooksHer worshipper resembles;For in his heart, as in thy stream,Her image deeply lies—His heart … [Read more...] about To The River, By: Edgar Allan Poe

Thou wast that all to me, love,For which my soul did pine—A green isle in the sea, love,A fountain and a shrine,All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last!Ah, starry Hope! that didst ariseBut to be overcast!A voice from out the Future cries,"On! on!"—but o'er the Past(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering liesMute, … [Read more...] about To One in Paradise, By: Edgar Allan Poe

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,The angels, whispering to one another,Can find, among their burning terms of love,None so devotional as that of "Mother,"Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—You who are more than mother unto me,And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you,In setting my Virginia's spirit free.My mother—my own mother, who died … [Read more...] about To My Mother, By: Edgar Allan Poe