Edgar Allen Poe
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Title
Edgar Allen Poe
Description
I know not why, but it is true - it may,
Of cheerful light to guide him on the way.
Not one of all Columbia's tuneful choir
In some way, be because he was a child
Of the fierce sun 'neath which I wept and smiled -
I love the dark browed Poe. His too short dayWas lived in dreams, in dreams that him beguiled.
When not along his path shone forth one rayOf cheerful light to guide him on the way.
That to earth's care he might be reconciled!
Not one of all Columbia's tuneful choir
Has pitched his notes to such a lofty key
As Poe - the Byron of the occident!
Not one has dreamed, has sung such songs as he,
Who as a shadow came, a shadow went,
Singing, lark-like, as he soared, higher and higher.Creator
T. Thomas Fortune
Source
4:40, p. 2
Date
1891.06.27
Contributor
From the Journalist
Collection
Citation
T. Thomas Fortune, “Edgar Allen Poe,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 16, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/526.
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