Poetry & Verse
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By Edgar Allan PoeSource: Edgar Allan Poe - PoetryDB (Public Domain)Short67 words
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...
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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 baubles that it may.
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