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.
To'' (ii)
Edgar Allan Poe
(1)
Poem topics: dream, god, heaven, never, sleep, truth, mind, gold, Valentine's Day, melody, thine, heart, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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