Poe's Poetry

Poems of Youth: To ---- (second poem)

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.