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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp.  The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse.  1922.
The Haunted Palace
By Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849)
IN the greenest of our valleys
  By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace—
  Radiant palace—reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion—        5
  It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
  Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
  On its roof did float and flow,        10
(This—all this—was in the olden
  Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
  In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,        15
  A wingèd odour went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley,
  Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
  To a lute’s well-tunèd law,        20
Round about a throne where, sitting
In state his glory well-befitting,
  The ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing        25
  Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
  And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
  Was but to sing,        30
In voices of surpassing beauty,
  The wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
  Assailed the monarch’s high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!—for never morrow        35
  Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
  That blush’d and bloom’d,
Is but a dim-remember’d story
  Of the old time entomb’d.        40
And travellers, now, within that valley
  Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
  To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,        45
  Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out for ever
  And laugh—but smile no more.

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