The noon's greygolden meshes make All night a veil, The shorelamps in the sleeping lake Laburnum tendrils trail.
The sly reeds whisper to the night A name-- her name- And all my soul is a delight, A swoon of shame.
Alone
About the poet
Edgar Allan Poe
On January 19, 1809, Edgar Allan Poe was born in Boston, Massachusetts. Poe's father and mother, both professional actors, died before the poet was three years old, and John and Frances Allan raised him as a foster child in Richmond, Virginia. John Allan, a p…
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The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
The Bells
I.Hear the sledges with the bells
Fairy-Land
Dim vales and shadowy floodsAnd cloudy-looking woods,
To My Mother
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,The angels, whispering to one another,
The City in the Sea
Lo! Death has reared himself a throneIn a strange city lying alone
