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Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane and Minor Poems, 1829 To — — by Edgar Allan Poe 1
Should my early life seem, 2
In parting from you now Thus much I will avow — There are beings, and have been Whom my spirit had not seen Had I let them pass me by With a dreaming eye— If my peace hath fled away In a night — or in a day — In a vision — or in none — Is it therefore the less gone? — 3
I am standing 'mid the roar Of a weather-beaten shore, And I hold within my hand Some particles of sand — How few! and how they creep Thro' my fingers to the deep! My early hopes? no — they Went gloriously away, Like lightning from the sky At once — and so will I. 4
So young? ah! no— not now— Thou hast not seen my brow, But they tell thee I am proud — They lie — they lie aloud — My bosom beats with shame At the paltriness of name With which they dare combine A feeling such as mine — Nor Stoic? I am not: In the terror of my lot I laugh to think how poor That pleasure"to endure!"" What! shade of Zeno!— I! Endure! — no — no — defy.
-The End-
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