To Isadore

Edgar Allan Poe 1809 (Boston) – 1849 (Baltimore)

I. Beneath the vine-clad eaves,
  Whose shadows fall before
  Thy lowly cottage door--
  Under the lilac's tremulous leaves--
  Within thy snowy clasped hand
  The purple flowers it bore.
  Last eve in dreams, I saw thee stand,
  Like queenly nymph from Fairy-land--
  Enchantress of the flowery wand,
  Most beauteous Isadore!

II. And when I bade the dream
  Upon thy spirit flee,
  Thy violet eyes to me
  Upturned, did overflowing seem
  With the deep, untold delight
  Of Love's serenity;
  Thy classic brow, like lilies white
  And pale as the Imperial Night
  Upon her throne, with stars bedight,
  Enthralled my soul to thee!

III. Ah! ever I behold
  Thy dreamy, passionate eyes,
  Blue as the languid skies
  Hung with the sunset's fringe of gold;
  Now strangely clear thine image grows,
  And olden memories
  Are startled from their long repose
  Like shadows on the silent snows
  When suddenly the night-wind blows
  Where quiet moonlight lies.

IV. Like music heard in dreams,
  Like strains of harps unknown,
  Of birds for ever flown,--
  Audible as the voice of streams
  That murmur in some leafy dell,
  I hear thy gentlest tone,
  And Silence cometh with her spell
  Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,
  When tremulous in dreams I tell
  My love to thee alone!

V. In every valley heard,
  Floating from tree to tree,
  Less beautiful to me,
  The music of the radiant bird,
  Than artless accents such as thine
  Whose echoes never flee!
  Ah! how for thy sweet voice I pine:--
  For uttered in thy tones benign
  (Enchantress!) this rude name of mine
  Doth seem a melody!

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Submitted on May 13, 2011


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