Lyric Poem · Love
To
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.
This poem is in the public domain.
“To” by Edgar Allan Poe — quilloak.com/poems/to-poe
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