Edgar Allan Poe
Poem by Edgar Allan Poe
Elizabeth it is in vain you say
'Love not' — thou sayest it in so sweet a way:
In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.
Zantippe's talents had enforced so well:
Ah! if that language from thy heart arise,
Breathe it less gently forth — and veil thine eyes.
Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried
To cure his love — was cured of all beside —
His folly — pride — and passion — for he died.
Comments about An Acrostic by Edgar Allan Poe
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.