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- 1850
- SERENADE
- by Edgar Allan Poe
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- 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.
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- THE END
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