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- 1827
- STANZAS
- by Edgar Allan Poe
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- How often we forget all time, when lone
- Admiring Nature's universal throne;
- Her woods- her wilds- her mountains- the intense
- Reply of HERS to OUR intelligence! [BYRON, The Island.]
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- I
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- In youth have I known one with whom the Earth
- In secret communing held- as he with it,
- In daylight, and in beauty from his birth:
- Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit
- From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth
- A passionate light- such for his spirit was fit-
- And yet that spirit knew not, in the hour
- Of its own fervor what had o'er it power.
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- II
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- Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought
- To a fever by the moonbeam that hangs o'er,
- But I will half believe that wild light fraught
- With more of sovereignty than ancient lore
- Hath ever told- or is it of a thought
- The unembodied essence, and no more,
- That with a quickening spell doth o'er us pass
- As dew of the night-time o'er the summer grass?
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- III
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- Doth o'er us pass, when, as th' expanding eye
- To the loved object- so the tear to the lid
- Will start, which lately slept in apathy?
- And yet it need not be- (that object) hid
- From us in life- but common- which doth lie
- Each hour before us- but then only, bid
- With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken,
- To awake us- 'Tis a symbol and a token
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- IV
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- Of what in other worlds shall be- and given
- In beauty by our God, to those alone
- Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven
- Drawn by their heart's passion, and that tone,
- That high tone of the spirit which hath striven,
- Tho' not with Faith- with godliness- whose throne
- With desperate energy 't hath beaten down;
- Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.
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- -THE END-
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