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Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

In Youth I have Known One


How often we forget all time, when lone
Admiring Nature's universal throne;
Her woods - her winds - her mountains - the intense
Reply of Hers to Our intelligence!

I.

In youth I have known one with whom the Earth
In secret communing held - as he with it,
In daylight, and in beauty, from his birth:
Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit
From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth
A passionate light - such for his spirit was fit -
And yet that spirit knew - not in the hour
Of its own fervour - what had o'er it power.

II.

Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought
To a fever by the moonbeam that hangs o'er,
But I will half believe that wild light fraught
With more of sovereignty than ancient lore
Hath ever told - or is it of a thought
The unembodied essence, and no more
That with a quickening spell doth o'er us pass
As dew of the night time, o'er the summer grass?

III.

Doth o'er us pass, when as th' expanding eye
To the loved object - so the tear to the lid
Will start, which lately slept in apathy?
And yet it need not be - (that object) hid
From us in life - but common - which doth lie
Each hour before us - but then only bid
With a strange sound, as of a harpstring broken
T' awake us - 'Tis a symbol and a token -

IV.

Of what in other worlds shall be - and given
In beauty by our God, to those alone
Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven
Drawn by their heart's passion, and that tone,
That high tone of the spirit which hath striven
Though not with Faith - with godliness - whose throne
With desperate energy 't hath beaten down;
Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • * Sunprincess * (3/13/2014 9:48:00 PM)

    ............an intriguing write...

    In Youth I have Known One


    How often we forget all time, when lone
    Admiring Nature's universal throne;
    Her woods - her winds - her mountains - the intense
    Reply of Hers to Our intelligence!

    I.

    In youth I have known one with whom the Earth
    In secret communing held - as he with it,
    In daylight, and in beauty, from his birth:
    Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit
    From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth
    A passionate light - such for his spirit was fit -
    And yet that spirit knew - not in the hour
    Of its own fervour - what had o'er it power.

    II.

    Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought
    To a fever by the moonbeam that hangs o'er,
    But I will half believe that wild light fraught
    With more of sovereignty than ancient lore
    Hath ever told - or is it of a thought
    The unembodied essence, and no more
    That with a quickening spell doth o'er us pass
    As dew of the night time, o'er the summer grass?

    III.

    Doth o'er us pass, when as th' expanding eye
    To the loved object - so the tear to the lid
    Will start, which lately slept in apathy?
    And yet it need not be - (that object) hid
    From us in life - but common - which doth lie
    Each hour before us - but then only bid
    With a strange sound, as of a harpstring broken
    T' awake us - 'Tis a symbol and a token -

    IV.

    Of what in other worlds shall be - and given
    In beauty by our God, to those alone
    Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven
    Drawn by their heart's passion, and that tone,
    That high tone of the spirit which hath striven
    Though not with Faith - with godliness - whose throne
    With desperate energy 't hath beaten down;
    Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.


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