Edgar Allan Poe (1809–49)

A

A dark unfathom’d tide

A wilder’d being from my birth

Ah broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!

At midnight, in the month of June

E

Elizabeth it is in vain you say

F

From childhood’s hour I have not been

H

Hear the sledges with the bells—

I

I have sent for thee, holy friar

I saw thee on the bridal day

I saw thee once — once only — years ago

In youth have I known one with whom the Earth

In youth’s spring, it was my lot

It was many and many a year ago

L

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne

N

Not long ago, the writer of these lines

O

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning—

Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary

T

The happiest day — the happiest hour

The ring is on my hand

The skies they were ashen and sober

Thou wast that all to me, love

Thy soul shall find itself alone

Twas noontide of summer

Y

Young heads are giddy, and young hearts are warm