Edgar Allan Poe

Fairy-Land

Edgar Allan Poe was an American author, poet, editor, and literary critic, considered part of the American Romantic Movement. Poe is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre.






Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
  And cloudy-looking woods,
  Whose forms we can't discover
  For the tears that drip all over!
  Huge moons there wax and wane-
  Again- again- again-
  Every moment of the night-
  Forever changing places-
  And they put out the star-light
  With the breath from their pale faces.
  About twelve by the moon-dial,
  One more filmy than the rest
  (A kind which, upon trial,
  They have found to be the best)
  Comes down- still down- and down,
  With its centre on the crown
  Of a mountain's eminence,
  While its wide circumference
  In easy drapery falls
  Over hamlets, over halls,
  Wherever they may be-
  O'er the strange woods- o'er the sea-
  Over spirits on the wing-
  Over every drowsy thing-
  And buries them up quite
  In a labyrinth of light-
  And then, how deep!- O, deep!
  Is the passion of their sleep.
  In the morning they arise,
  And their moony covering
  Is soaring in the skies,
  With the tempests as they toss,
  Like- almost anything-
  Or a yellow Albatross.
  They use that moon no more
  For the same end as before-
  Videlicet, a tent-
  Which I think extravagant:
  Its atomies, however,
  Into a shower dissever,
  Of which those butterflies
  Of Earth, who seek the skies,
  And so come down again,
  (Never-contented things!)
  Have brought a specimen
  Upon their quivering wings.

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