Fairy-Land Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Fairy-Land

Rating: 3.5


Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
Every moment of the night-
Forever changing places-
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.
About twelve by the moon-dial,
One more filmy than the rest
(A kind which, upon trial,
They have found to be the best)
Comes down- still down- and down,
With its centre on the crown
Of a mountain's eminence,
While its wide circumference
In easy drapery falls
Over hamlets, over halls,
Wherever they may be-
O'er the strange woods- o'er the sea-
Over spirits on the wing-
Over every drowsy thing-
And buries them up quite
In a labyrinth of light-
And then, how deep!- O, deep!
Is the passion of their sleep.
In the morning they arise,
And their moony covering
Is soaring in the skies,
With the tempests as they toss,
Like- almost anything-
Or a yellow Albatross.
They use that moon no more
For the same end as before-
Videlicet, a tent-
Which I think extravagant:
Its atomies, however,
Into a shower dissever,
Of which those butterflies
Of Earth, who seek the skies,
And so come down again,
(Never-contented things!)
Have brought a specimen
Upon their quivering wings.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tess Bybee 27 January 2009

Seriously if Edgar Allan Poe was alive, I would just give him a big hug right now for writing this. He's so great.

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Fae Sebastian 07 May 2010

I absolutely love this poem. It's actually my second favorite, beaten only by Dreamland

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* Sunprincess * 27 November 2013

beautiful imagery...

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Mark Arvizu 24 October 2014

Man loved the moon and stars

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they are all bad THRASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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SSSSSSSSSSSSS 26 May 2020

TRASH SONGGGGGGGGGSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

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Alina Kaikeyi 26 September 2017

Is the passion of their sleep. In the morning they arise, And their moony covering Is soaring in the skies, With the tempests as they toss, Nicely penned poem.

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Upendra Upm 16 March 2017

Huge moons wax and wane, with the breath from their pale faces, . brilliance

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Kim Barney 24 May 2015

Wonderful imagery in this poem. He used a word unfamiliar to me (Videlicet) which I will now look up and discover the meaning. Learn something new on this website every day! I hope the butterflies he mentions here are not the same species as in my poem BUTTERFLY OF DEATH!

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