The Forest Reverie Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

The Forest Reverie

Rating: 4.1


'Tis said that when
The hands of men
Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of woe,
Like warriors by an unknown foe,
Were in their strength subdued,
The virgin Earth Gave instant birth
To springs that ne'er did flow
That in the sun Did rivulets run,
And all around rare flowers did blow
The wild rose pale Perfumed the gale
And the queenly lily adown the dale
(Whom the sun and the dew
And the winds did woo),
With the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.

So when in tears
The love of years
Is wasted like the snow,
And the fine fibrils of its life
By the rude wrong of instant strife
Are broken at a blow
Within the heart
Do springs upstart
Of which it doth now know,
And strange, sweet dreams,
Like silent streams
That from new fountains overflow,
With the earlier tide
Of rivers glide
Deep in the heart whose hope has died--
Quenching the fires its ashes hide,--
Its ashes, whence will spring and grow
Sweet flowers, ere long,
The rare and radiant flowers of song!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 23 August 2020

Deep in the heart whose hope has died- Quenching the fires its ashes hide, - Its ashes, whence will spring and grow Sweet flowers, ere long, The rare and radiant flowers of song! very fine poem. tony

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Ruta Mohapatra 07 August 2018

How smoothly the words flow like a river!

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* Sunprincess * 16 September 2015

....superb forest imagery, a poignant write ★

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Mark Arvizu 16 March 2015

Bitter ashes grow into sweet flowers

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Brian Jani 28 April 2014

You surely know how to wrote, I like each and every poem of yours

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