To---- ("The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see")

<title>To---- ("The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see")</title>
<h1>To---- ("The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see")</h1>
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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.


1829.


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        Edgar Allan Poe
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