TO
by
Edgar Allan Poe
1
- The
- bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds
- Are
- lips - and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words -
2
Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrin'd
Then desolately fall,
O! God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall -
3
- Thy
- heart - thy heart! - I wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of truth that gold can never buy -
Of the trifles that it may.
2021