To ___. (The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see...)
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 bawbles that it may.
Source Book
The Works Of Edgar Allan Poe
Volume 10: Poems
by Edgar Allan Poe
Copyright 1895
Published by Stone & Kimball, Chicago
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