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Then solemn vows on the warm breath of love,

In tones beguiling entered all my soul;

And from his dark eye flashes as famed Jove

The immortal gave where Ægea’s surges roll.

The trancing while I pressed my throbbing heart,

And twisted every key in torturing pain;

But I forgot the tightened chord can start

To deeper music in a Memnon strain.

Then I relaxed its strings, but freshest tears,

Bathed them and shrunk them to a tension free,

And gathering unknown strength acquired of years,

To strains he poured they thrilled in extacy.

But could a god so kneel to mortal form,? —

So could a mortal charm immortal here?

Could soul so waken soul, — heart, heart so charm,

An arid Eden freshen by a tear? —

Then deep, deep down within my wondering heart,

There woke a thought — a dream — a picture e’en,

Like to that figure, drawn in youth, apart, —

MY SOUL’s IDEAL HAD MY CLEAR EYE SEEN!

I stood a moment statue-like — as still —

Palsied — consuming with the unveiled sight;

Then rushed my idol worship but to fill

In the full maddening splendor of that light.

I felt his clasp as lip to lip he pressed,

Listened, beguiled as to an angel’s tone,

To his impassioned words; — then sank to rest,

In trance divine m heart upon his own!

Can I recal (recall) it now? — no — no — ah, NO,

The flame hath touched it, and the glory wrought;

Vapor of incense in empurpled glow,

Hath rapt with wild delirium every thought(.)

That fond sweet clasp, the serpent-fold shall prove,

That down to death, the Laocoon could bind;

The lip’s warm kiss — the burning breath of love,

The melted lava’s touch — the desert wind!

But had the vision fell upon my youth

It had been more the light, faint dream of sleep,

Less of the soul’s deep felt eternal truth,

And I could see its shadows change nor weep.

Years strengthen thought — alas, they swell the heart,

To powers, unfelt, mortal could ne’er divine;

They give it fearful energy; impart

A godlike strength the love of earth to shrine.

So pebbles thrown upon the gathered sea,

Sink unrecovered ‘neath the waves of time;

But scattered o’er the streamlet gushing free

In youth, from mountain slide and slime;

The boy may reach them with his tender palm

And bear in youthful sport the prize away;

Or, in their shallow bed, each planet charm

An answering glow to every toying ray.

So breaks from breath of years the Aloe bud

Amid high air, beyond a mortal grasp;

So in time gathered fury bursts the flood

Of flame, untameable, from Yaanek’s clasp!

But as the aloe one long life thus gives

To birth its single flower, then droops and dies,

So the one blossom of my heart, late love’s

Full dream, shall waste its root no more to rise.

“The spirit-blow is struck!” — my life-way leads,

Henceforth through lushest vapor, — through the cloud;

And every spot on which my faint foot treads,

Shall gush the foul wave, or the miry shroud.

Henceforth the “RAVEN’s “ beak my heart shall bear;

And the strange flapping of his ebon wings,

Fan my sad spirit to a deep despair

Wild as the “nevermore “ it ceaseless sings!

But yet Endymion-like, “my higher hope

Shall be of that which becks consort divine

A fellowship with essence”; all its scope,

“Till free of space full alchemysed we shine”!

When the last clarion sounds and orbéd crowns

Shall set upon man’s brow as suns of fire;

And all sad earth-notes one sweet quaver drowns

And the long anthem strikes to full desire;

Then shall that heart, once more, beat ‘gainst mine own,

Nor on the lip cool love’s delicious kiss;

Then all of being be one trance alone,

Ideal with ideal blend in bliss.

Wamesit Cottage

August /48

Edgar Allan Poe to Jane Ermina Locke — October 1848

My dear Mrs Locke,

Permit me, by this note, to make you personally acquainted with my friend, Mrs S. Anna Lewis: — through her works I am aware that she is already well known to you. I feel that I need not ask you