For Which My Soul Did Pine

May 18, 2017 Poetry , , , 0

I often find myself colleting vintage books where I can emerge myself in pure adventure. Todays inspiration came from a wonderful creation by Edgar Allan Poe that was published in 1902, Great Britain.

What a wonderful gift and pleasure to have it in my library.




Thou wast that all to me, love,

for which my soul did pine

A green isle in the sea, love,

A fountain and a shrine,

All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers;

And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, starry hope, that didst arise

But to be overcast!

Now all my hours are trances;

And all my nightly dreams

Are thy blue eye glances,

And were thy footstep gleams

In what eternal dances

By what the sea streams!

-Edgar Allan Poe






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