Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Imitation - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

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 of 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 worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish


Comments about Imitation by Edgar Allan Poe

  • Rookie - 18 Points Natasha Foster (4/1/2013 10:55:00 AM)

    Edgar Allan Poe is my biggest inspiration. He was/is, in my opinion, the greatest poet/author ever. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Ronald James De Langen (12/9/2011 5:54:00 PM)

    Such a sad story must have been Poe's life... I feel... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Cory Calder (5/20/2008 9:34:00 PM)

    inspirational to say the very least. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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