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EDGAR ALLAN POE

694. To Helen

"LJELEN, thy beauty is to me

  • * Like those Nicean barks of yore

That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,

The weary way-worn wanderer bore

To his own native shore.

On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,

Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece,

And the grandeur that was Rome.

Lo, in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand,

Ah ! Psyche, from the regions which Are holy land!

��695. Annabel

TT was many and many a year ago,

  • In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee. And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child

In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love

I and my Annabel Lee, With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

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