The Sleeper is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. The Sleeper At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet mountain top, Steals drowsily and musically Into the universal valley. …

Silence is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. Silence There are some qualities- some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. There is a two-fold Silence- sea and shore- Body and soul. One …

Song is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. Song I saw thee on thy bridal day- When a burning blush came o’er thee, Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee:And in thine eye a kindling light (Whatever it might be) Was all on Earth my aching sight Of Loveliness could …

To.. is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. To.. 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 …

Serenade is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. Serenade So sweet the hour, so calm the time, I feel it more than half a crime, When Nature sleeps and stars are mute, To mar the silence ev’n with lute. At rest on ocean’s brilliant dyes An image of Elysium lies: Seven Pleiades entranced in …

To F… is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. To F… Beloved! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path- (Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose)- My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows An Eden of bland repose.And thus thy memory …

Sonnet — To Science is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. Sonnet — To Science Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee …

To F–s S. O–d is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. To F–s S. O–d Thou wouldst be loved?- then let thy heart From its present pathway part not! Being everything which now thou art, Be nothing which thou art not. So with the world thy gentle ways, Thy grace, thy more than beauty, …

Sancta Maria! is a poem composed by Edgar Allan Poe. Sancta Maria! (From Morella) Sancta Maria! turn thine eyes – Upon the sinner’s sacrifice, Of fervent prayer and humble love, From thy holy throne above. At morn – at noon – at twilight dim – Maria! thou hast heard my hymn! In joy and wo …

To… is a poem composed by Edgar Alllan Poe. To… Not long ago, the writer of these lines, In the mad pride of intellectuality, Maintained “the power of words”- denied that ever A thought arose within the human brain Beyond the utterance of the human tongue: And now, as if in mockery of that boast, …