Şair: Edgar Allan Poe • Eklenme Tarihi: 12.05.2014 • Görüntüleme: 2.564

Özet:
The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips- and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words-

Kelimeler:
Edgar Allan Poe, To --, American author, poet, editor and literary critic, American Romantic Movement, Amerikalı yazar, şair, editör ve edebiyat eleştirmeni, Amerikan romantik akımı.

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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.