Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

To -- - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips- and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words-

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined,
Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall-

Thy heart- thy heart!- I wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of the truth that gold can never buy-
Of the baubles that it may.


Comments about To -- by Edgar Allan Poe

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (9/11/2016 4:07:00 AM)


    I wake and sigh,
    And sleep to dream till day
    Of the truth that gold can never buy-
    Of the baubles that it may.
    A nice piece of poetry, lovely and Adorable..
    Subhas
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  • (9/16/2015 4:10:00 PM)


    ....a most incredible write and stunning realization ★ of the truth that gold can never buy (Report) Reply

  • Mark Arvizu (9/12/2014 10:47:00 AM)


    Always so funereal that Poe (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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