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Did rivulets run,

       And all around rare flowers did blow—

       The wild rose pale

       Perfumed the gale,

       And the queenly lily adown the dale

       (Whom the sun and the dew

       And the winds did woo),

       With the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.

       So when in tears

       The love of years

       Is wasted like the snow,

       And the fine fibrils of its life

       By the rude wrong of instant strife

       Are broken at a blow—

       Within the heart

       Do springs upstart

       Of which it doth now know,

       And strange, sweet dreams,

       Like silent streams

       That from new fountains overflow,

       With the earlier tide

       Of rivers glide

       Deep in the heart whose hope has died—

       Quenching the fires its ashes hide,—

       Its ashes, whence will spring and grow

       Sweet flowers, ere long,—

       The rare and radiant flowers of song!

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      Note on Alone

      Of the many verses from time to time ascribed to the pen of Edgar Poe, and not included among his known writings, the lines entitled "Alone" have the chief claim to our notice. Fac-simile copies of this piece had been in possession of the present editor some time previous to its publication in Scribner's Magazine for September 1875; but as proofs of the authorship claimed for it were not forthcoming, he refrained from publishing it as requested. The desired proofs have not yet been adduced, and there is, at present, nothing but internal evidence to guide us. "Alone" is stated to have been written by Poe in the album of a Baltimore lady (Mrs. Balderstone?), on March 17th, 1829, and the fac-simile given in Scribner's is alleged to be of his handwriting. If the calligraphy be Poe's, it is different in all essential respects from all the many specimens known to us, and strongly resembles that of the writer of the heading and dating of the manuscript, both of which the contributor of the poem acknowledges to have been recently added. The lines, however, if not by Poe, are the most successful imitation of his early mannerisms yet made public, and, in the opinion of one well qualified to speak, "are not unworthy on the whole of the parentage claimed for them."

      Note on To Isadore etc.

      Whilst Edgar Poe was editor of the Broadway Journal, some lines "To Isadore" appeared therein, and, like several of his known pieces, bore no signature. They were at once ascribed to Poe, and in order to satisfy questioners, an editorial paragraph subsequently appeared, saying they were by "A. Ide, junior." Two previous poems had appeared in the Broadway Journal over the signature of "A. M. Ide," and whoever wrote them was also the author of the lines "To Isadore." In order, doubtless, to give a show of variety, Poe was then publishing some of his known works in his journal over noms de plume, and as no other writings whatever can be traced to any person bearing the name of "A. M. Ide," it is not impossible that the poems now republished in this collection may be by the author of "The Raven." Having been published without his usual elaborate revision, Poe may have wished to hide his hasty work under an assumed name. The three pieces are included in the present collection, so the reader can judge for himself what pretensions they possess to be by the author of "The Raven."

      Other Poems

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       An Acrostic

       Beloved Physician

       The Doomed City

       Deep in Earth

       The Divine Right of Kings

       Elizabeth

       Enigma

       Epigram for Wall Street

       Evangeline

       Fanny

       Impromptu – To Kate Carol

       Lines on Ale

       O, Tempora! O, Mores!

       Poetry

       Serenade

       Spiritual Song

       Stanzas

       Stanzas – to F. S. Osgood

       Tamerlane (early version)

       To ——

       To Isaac Lea

       To Margaret

       To Miss Louise Olivia Hunter

       To Octavia

       The Valley Nis

       Visit of the Dead

      An Acrostic

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