The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
Edgar Allan Poe
1809 to 1849
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Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
Of the truth that gold can never buy—
The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
Are lips—and all thy melody
Like starlight on a pall—
Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined
And sleep to dream till day
Of the baubles that it may.
Of lip-begotten words—
The wantonest singing birds,
Thy heart—thy heart!—I wake and sigh,