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"To --" by Edgar Allan Poe

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First published at 12:39 UTC on August 19th, 2020.

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The 1845 revision. The picture used is a public domain image of Edgar Allan Poe himself. Since we don't know who the poem is dedicated to, and there is no particular hints in the p…

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The 1845 revision. The picture used is a public domain image of Edgar Allan Poe himself. Since we don't know who the poem is dedicated to, and there is no particular hints in the poem itself to suggest any sort of imagery, I didn't really know what else to do for the image, so you get the author himself.

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 funeral 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 baubles that it may.

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