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To ——
by: Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
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.
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poems by Edgar Allan Poe