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Complete Tales and Poems by Edgar Allan Poe
I.

In youth I have known one with whom the Earth
  In secret communing held—as he with it,
In daylight, and in beauty, from his birth:
  Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit
From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth
  A passionate light such for his spirit was fit—
And yet that spirit knew—not in the hour
  Of its own fervor—what had o’er it power.


II.

Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought
  To a ferver by the moonbeam that hangs o’er,
But I will half believe that wild light fraught
  With more of sovereignty than ancient lore
Hath ever told—or is it of a thought
  The unembodied essence, and no more
That with a quickening spell doth o’er us pass
  As dew of the night-time, o’er the summer grass?


III.

Doth o’er us pass, when, as th’ expanding eye
  To the loved object—so the tear to the lid
Will start, which lately slept in apathy?
  And yet it need not be—(that object) hid
From us in life—but common—which doth lie
  Each hour before us—but then only bid
With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken
  T’ awake us—’Tis a symbol and a token—


IV.

Of what in other worlds shall be—and given
  In beauty by our God, to those alone
Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven
  Drawn by their heart’s passion, and that tone,
That high tone of the spirit which hath striven
  Though not with Faith—with godliness—whose throne
With desperate energy ‘t hath beaten down;
  Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.
Book: Complete Tales and Poems by Edgar Allan Poe
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