- Alone
Alone
(Originally by Edgar Allan Poe)
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
- Night Serenade
Night Serenade
(Originally by Edgar Allan Poe)
So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
- Spirits of the Dead
Spirits of the Dead
(Originally by Edgar Allan Poe)
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
- The Sleeper
The Sleeper
(Originally by Edgar Allan Poe)
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,