Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe Poems
|42.||To The River --||12/31/2002|
|43.||To My Mother||12/31/2002|
|45.||The Conqueror Worm||12/31/2002|
|46.||The Haunted Palace||12/31/2002|
|54.||Spirits Of The Dead||12/31/2002|
|61.||The City In The Sea||12/31/2002|
|68.||A Dream Within A Dream||12/31/2002|
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red ...
To Helen - 1848
I saw thee once- once only- years ago:
I must not say how many- but not many.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,
Upon the upturned faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,