AloneAlone
(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 SerenadeNight 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 DeadSpirits 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 SleeperThe 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,