Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)


Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies:
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a second love.
Within the valleys dim and brown,
And on the spectral mountain's crown,
The wearied light is dying down,
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O list,- so soft and low
Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the music of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our souls- O God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.

Comments about Serenade by Edgar Allan Poe

  • * Sunprincess * (9/15/2015 4:08:00 PM)

    .., , a divine write, and beautifully composed ★(Report)Reply

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  • Mark ArvizuMark Arvizu (12/4/2014 6:01:00 PM)

    Poe is one of the greats..he weaves and.paints such pictures.(Report)Reply

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  • John Callahan (10/30/2007 8:34:00 AM)

    How is this poem not in the top 500?(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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