The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe/Volume 2/To —— (2)
For other versions of this work, see To —— (Poe, "The bowers whereat, in dreams").
TO ——.
The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips— and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words—
Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined
Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall—
Thy heart—thy heart!—I wake and sigh
And sleep to dream till day
Of the truth that gold can never buy—
Of the baubles that it may.