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Lenore :Edgar Allan Poe

Lenore :Edgar Allan Poe



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    "Lenore" is a poem by the American author Edgar Allan Poe. It began as a different poem, "A Paean", and was not published as "Lenore" until 1843.

    Reference: Lenore
    Collection: POEms of muses, love, and death
    Tribute to: Edgar Allan Poe
    Sculptor: Marco Navas
    Material: Resin
    Edition: Limited to 100 copies
    Measures: 7,5 HX 7cmW X 4 cm F
    Type of Caser: Color Cover

    Here is the Poem:
    Edgar Allan Poe - 1809-1849

    Ah broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
    Let the bell toll!--a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
    And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear?--weep now or never more!
    See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
    Come! let the burial rite be read--the funeral song be sung!--
    An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young--
    A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

    "Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
    "And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her--that she died!
    "How shall the ritual, then, be read?--the requiem how be sung
    "By you--by yours, the evil eye,--by yours, the slanderous tongue
    "That did to death the innocent that died, and died so young?"

    Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
    Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel so wrong!
    The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside
    Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride--
    For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
    The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
    The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.

    "Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,
    "But waft the angel on her flight with a Pæan of old days!
    "Let no bell toll!--lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
    "Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damnéd Earth.
    "To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven--
    "From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven--
    "From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven."