Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

A Paean - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

How shall the burial rite be read?
The solemn song be sung?
The requiem for the loveliest dead,
That ever died so young?


Her friends are gazing on her,
And on her gaudy bier,
And weep! - oh! to dishonor
Dead beauty with a tear!


They loved her for her wealth -
And they hated her for her pride -
But she grew in feeble health,
And they love her - that she died.


They tell me (while they speak
Of her 'costly broider'd pall')
That my voice is growing weak -
That I should not sing at all -


Or that my tone should be
Tun'd to such solemn song
So mournfully - so mournfully,
That the dead may feel no wrong.


But she is gone above,
With young Hope at her side,
And I am drunk with love
Of the dead, who is my bride. -


Of the dead - dead who lies
All perfum'd there,
With the death upon her eyes,
And the life upon her hair.


Thus on the coffin loud and long
I strike - the murmur sent
Through the grey chambers to my song,
Shall be the accompaniment.


Thou died'st in thy life's June -
But thou did'st not die too fair:
Thou did'st not die too soon,
Nor with too calm an air.


From more than fiends on earth,
Thy life and love are riven,
To join the untainted mirth
Of more than thrones in heaven -


Therefore, to thee this night
I will no requiem raise,
But waft thee on thy flight,
With a Pæan of old days.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Comments about A Paean by Edgar Allan Poe

  • M Sagnik Das (5/24/2017 11:01:00 AM)

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  • Indira Renganathan (1/29/2017 7:43:00 AM)

    Very reasonable....the ending lines But waft thee on thy flight,
    With a Pæan of old days. are superb
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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (9/11/2016 3:57:00 AM)

    They loved her for her wealth -
    And they hated her for her pride -
    Such is the human nature.
    Thanks for the sharing.
    Great poem.
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  • Susan Williams (1/12/2016 3:36:00 PM)

    There is a lot of pain in this Paean. Yes, Poe was capable of great emotion and it served him well in such works as The Bells and The Tell-Tale Heart. Emotion is at the core of every great suspense and mystery and murder story- Poe knew how to deliver suspense, terror, horror. This same capacity for evoking emotion was the wings for his love poetry. Poe delivers. (Report) Reply

  • (7/16/2015 1:14:00 AM)

    fantastic, very emotional. Edgar is The Man. i am moved to tears i must say. (Report) Reply

  • (5/21/2014 3:32:00 AM)

    Poe, my dear, my friend, my soul...* * (Report) Reply

  • (3/25/2014 9:59:00 PM)

    A paean - a song of joy, praise, or victory (Report) Reply

  • (1/25/2014 9:53:00 PM)

    .............beautifully poignant.....wish I could write like this... (Report) Reply

  • (5/26/2013 11:48:00 PM)

    I fall in love with every word of every poem of this master of poetry. Melodramatic, I know I may be but it does not change what is clearly seen (Report) Reply

  • (2/13/2011 12:12:00 AM)

    to know he wrote this from his sorrow and love makes this bittersweet...as always, i deeply love his works (Report) Reply

  • (7/29/2010 2:58:00 PM)

    Words that make music and touch the soul! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 25, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 25, 2015

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