Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

To Marie Louise (Shew) - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-
Of all to whom thine absence is the night-
The blotting utterly from out high heaven
The sacred sun- of all who, weeping, bless thee
Hourly for hope- for life- ah! above all,
For the resurrection of deep-buried faith
In Truth- in Virtue- in Humanity-
Of all who, on Despair's unhallowed bed
Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen
At thy soft-murmured words, 'Let there be light!'
At the soft-murmured words that were fulfilled
In the seraphic glancing of thine eyes-
Of all who owe thee most- whose gratitude
Nearest resembles worship- oh, remember
The truest- the most fervently devoted,
And think that these weak lines are written by him-
By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think
His spirit is communing with an angel's.


Comments about To Marie Louise (Shew) by Edgar Allan Poe

  • * Sunprincess * (9/17/2015 6:48:00 PM)

    ............a nicely penned tribute ★
    By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think
    His spirit is communing with an angel's. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 26, 2010



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