Edgar Allan Poe
First Lines
At midnight, in the month of June,
At morn -- at noon -- at twilight dim,
New! Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
Beloved! amid the earnest woes
New! By a route obscure and lonely,
Dim vales, and shadowy floods,
Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Hear the sledges with the bells,
I heed not that my earthly lot
I saw thee once -- once only -- years ago:
In spring of youth it was my lot
In the greenest of our valleys
In youth have I known one with whom the Earth,
It was many and many a year ago,
New! Kind solace in a dying hour!
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
New! Not long ago the writer of these lines,
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning;
Oh, that my young life were a lasting dream!
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Romance, who loves to nod and sing
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art,
Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,
New! Thank Heaven! the crisis,
New! The "Red Death" had long devastated the country.
The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The happiest day, the happiest hour
The skies they were ashen and sober;
There are some qualities, some incorporate things,
Thou wast all that to me, love,
Thou wouldst be loved? -- then let thy heart
New! Thy soul shall find itself alone
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