To -- (IV)
Topics: classic
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.
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"The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Edgar Allan Poe delivers a powerful performance in "To -- (IV)"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...