|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Sarah Helen (Power) Whitman. (18031878)|
| Star of resplendent front! Thy glorious eye|
Shines on me still from out yon clouded sky.
| Arcturus (To Edgar Allen Poe).|
| Tell him I lingered alone on the shore,|
Where we parted, in sorrow, to meet nevermore;
The night-wind blew cold on my desolate heart
But colder those wild words of doom,Ye must part.
| Our Island of Dreams.|
| The sweet imperious mouth, whose haughty valor|
Defied all portents of impending doom.
| The Portrait. (Of Poe.)|
| Warm lights are on the sleepy uplands waning|
Beneath dark clouds along the horizon rolled,
Till the slant sunbeams through the fringes raining
Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold.
| A still Day in Autumn.|
| Enchantress of the stormy seas,|
Priestess of Nights high mysteries.
| Moonrise in May.|
| The summer skies are darkly blue,|
The days are still and bright,
And Evening trails her robes of gold
Through the dim halls of Night. 1
| Summers Call.|
| Raven from the dim dominions|
On the Nights Plutonian shore, 2
Oft I hear thy dusky pinions
Wave and flutter round my door
See the shadow of thy pinions
Float along the moonlit floor.
| The Raven.|
Longfellow: I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls. [back]
See Poe: The Raven. [back]