by Edgar Allan Poe
A midnight in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dew, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dipping, drop by drop.
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The roseymary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its brest.
The ruin molders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take.
And wonder not, for the world, awake,
All Beauty sleeps!-and lo!where lies
Irene, with here Destinies!
O. lady bright! can it be right-
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop-
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
and wave the curtain canopy
so fitfully-so fearfully-
above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which they slumb' ring soul lies hid,
That, o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come O'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
strange, above all, thy length of trees,
And this all solemn silentness!
The lady sleeps! oh may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheet ghost go by!
My love, she sleeps! may her sleep
As it is lasting , so be deep!
soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that often has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
of her grand family funerals-
Some Sepulchre, remote, alone
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
she ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.
posted by Wendy
Cynthias Fairies and Me