Lyric Poem · Dreams & Sleep
Imitation
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride —
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision on my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my wordly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.
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“Imitation” by Edgar Allan Poe — quilloak.com/poems/imitation
Quick facts
- Poem
- Imitation
- Poet
- Edgar Allan Poe
- Length
- 20 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Dreams & Sleep, Sad, Hope
Craft notes
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- Shape
- 20 lines · one 20-line stanza
- Line length
- Lines run 6-7 syllables (median 7). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- Author record
- Edgar Allan Poe1809–1849
- Source record
- PoetryDBImitation by edgar-allan-poe, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- Not recorded in the imported source
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 9e2082f94a3c2f36…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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