Poe...

... why? ... because I'm just in that kind of mood, that's why... yesterday, my Mother called me... she asked me to come over for a visit.... when I arrived, she had a box of old papers... letters... newspaper clippings... photos... stuff from my childhood... and, she said that she wanted me to have them... so, I spent most of yesterday afternoon... and all of this morning... going through all of it.... it has been a real trip down memory lane...

...here is just one of the gems that I re-discovered... I had written it down in an old notebook...

To One in Paradise
1834

Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from our the Future crise,
"On! on!"- but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is o'er!
No more- no more- no more-
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy foorstep gleams-
In what etheral dances,
By what eternal streams.

E.A. Poe

by Eric on April 04, 2004 | Comments(0) | SWG Stories
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