Poe's Darkness

Annabel Lee A Dream Within a Dream To One in Paradise

To Helen

Helen thy beauty is to me
Like the nycean barks of yore
That gently o'er the perfumed sea
The weary way worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore

On desperate seas long want to roam
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face
Thy naid airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece
And the grandeur that was Rome

Lo! In yon window nitch
How statue like I see thee stand
The agate lamp within thy hand
Ah psyche from the regions which
Are holy land

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