the works of edgar allan poe-5-第26章
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Keeping time； time； time；
In a sort of Runic rhyme；
To the p鎍n of the bells …
Of the bells： …
Keeping time； time； time；
In a sort of Runic rhyme；
To the throbbing of the bells …
Of the bells； bells； bells …
To the sobbing of the bells： …
Keeping time； time； time；
As he knells； knells； knells；
In a happy Runic rhyme；
To the rolling of the bells …
Of the bells； bells； bells： …
To the tolling of the bells …
Of the bells； bells； bells； bells；
Bells； bells； bells …
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells。
1849。
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ULALUME
The skies they were ashen and sober；
The leaves they were crisped and sere
The leaves they were withering and sere；
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year：
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber；
In the misty mid region of Weir：
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber；
In the ghoul…haunted woodland of Weir。
Here once； through an alley Titanic；
Of cypress； I roamed with my Soul
Of cypress； with Psyche； my Soul。
There were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek；
In the ultimate climes of the Pole
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the Boreal Pole。
Our talk had been serious and sober；
But our thoughts they were palsied and sere
Our memories were treacherous and sere；
For we knew not the month was October；
And we marked not the night of the year
（Ah； night of all nights in the year！）
We noted not the dim lake of Auber；
（Though once we had journeyed down here）
We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber；
Nor the ghoul…haunted woodland of Weir。
And now； as the night was senescent；
And star…dials pointed to morn
As the star…dials hinted of morn
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born；
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn
Astarte's bediamonded crescent；
Distinct with its duplicate horn。
And I said 〃She is warmer than Dian：
She rolls through an ether of sighs
She revels in a region of sighs。
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks； where the worm never dies；
And has come past the stars of the Lion；
To point us the path to the skies
To the Lethean peace of the skies
Come up； in despite of the Lion；
To shine on us with her bright eyes
Come up； through the lair of the Lion；
With love in her luminous eyes。〃
But Psyche； uplifting her finger；
Said 〃Sadly this star I mistrust
Her pallor I strangely mistrust
Ah； hasten！ ah； let us not linger！
Ah； fly！ let us fly！ for we must。〃
In terror she spoke； letting sink her
Wings till they trailed in the dust
In agony sobbed； letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust。
I replied 〃This is nothing but dreaming。
Let us on； by this tremulous light！
Let us bathe in this crystalline light！
Its Sybillic splendor is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty to…night
See！ it flickers up the sky through the night！
Ah； we safely may trust to its gleaming；
And be sure it will lead us aright
We safely may trust to a gleaming
That cannot but guide us aright；
Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night。〃
Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her；
And tempted her out of her gloom
And conquered her scruples and gloom；
And we passed to the end of the vista
But were stopped by the door of a tomb
By the door of a legended tomb：
And I said 〃What is written； sweet sister；
On the door of this legended tomb？〃
She replied 〃Ulalume Ulalume
'T is the vault of thy lost Ulalume！〃
Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere
As the leaves that were withering and sere
And I cried 〃It was surely October
On _this_ very night of last year；
That I journeyed I journeyed down here！
That I brought a dread burden down here
On this night； of all nights in the year；
Ah； what demon has tempted me here？
Well I know； now； this dim lake of Auber
This misty mid region of Weir：
Well I know； now； this dank tarn of Auber
This ghoul…haunted woodland of Weir。〃
1847。
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TO HELEN
I saw thee once once only years ago：
I must not say how many but not many。
It was a July midnight； and from out
A full…orbed moon； that； like thine own soul； soaring；
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven；
There fell a silvery…silken veil of light；
With quietude； and sultriness； and slumber；
Upon the upturned faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden；
Where no wind dared to stir； unless on tiptoe
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That gave out； in return for the love…light；
Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That smiled and died in this parterre； enchanted
By thee； and by the poetry of thy presence。
Clad all in white； upon a violet bank
I saw thee half reclining； while the moon
Fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses；
And on thine own； upturn'd… alas； in sorrow！
Was it not Fate； that； on this July midnight…
Was it not Fate； （whose name is also Sorrow；）
That bade me pause before that garden…gate；
To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses？
No footstep stirred： the hated world an slept；
Save only thee and me。 （Oh； Heaven！… oh； God！
How my heart beats in coupling those two words！）
Save only thee and me。 I paused… I looked…
And in an instant all things disappeared。
（Ah； bear in mind this garden was enchanted！）
The pearly lustre of the moon went out：
The mossy banks and the meandering paths；
The happy flowers and the repining trees；
Were seen no more： the very roses' odors
Died in the arms of the adoring airs。
All… all expired save thee… save less than thou：
Save only the divine light in thine eyes…
Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes。
I saw but them… they were the world to me！
I saw but them… saw only them for hours；
Saw only them until the moon went down。
What wild heart…histories seemed to he enwritten
Upon those crystalline； celestial spheres！
How dark a woe； yet how sublime a hope！
How silently serene a sea of pride！
How daring an ambition； yet how deep…
How fathomless a capacity for love！
But now； at length； dear Dian sank from sight；
Into a western couch of thunder…cloud；
And thou； a ghost； amid the entombing trees
Didst glide away。 Only thine eyes remained；
They would not go… they never yet have gone；
Lighting my lonely pathway home that night；
They have not left me （as my hopes have） since；
They follow me… they lead me through the years。
They are my ministers yet I their slave。
Their office is to illumine and enkindle
My duty； to be saved by their bright light；
And purified in their electric fire；
And sanctified in their elysian fire。
They fill my soul with Beauty （which is Hope）；
And are far up in Heaven the stars I kneel to
In the sad； silent watches of my night；
While even in the meridian glare of day
I see them still two sweetly scintillant
Venuses； unextinguished by the sun！
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ANNABEL LEE。
It was many and many a year ago；
In a kingdom by the sea；
That a maiden lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE； …
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me。
_I_ was a child and _She_ was a child；
In this kingdom by the sea；
But we loved with a love that was more than love …
I and my ANNABEL LEE …
With a love that the wing閐 seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me。
And this was the reason that； long ago；
In this kingdom by the sea；
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my ANNABEL LEE；
So that her high…born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me；
To shut her up； in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea。
The angels； not half so happy in Heaven；
Went envying her and me；
Yes！ that was the reason （as all men know；
In this kingdom by the sea）
That the wind came out of the cloud； chilling
And killing my ANNABEL LEE。
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we …
Of many far wiser than we …
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE： …
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE；
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE；
And so； all the night…tide； I lie down by the side
Of my darling； my darling； my life and my bride
In her sepulchre there by the sea …
In her tomb by the side of the sea。
1849。
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A VALENTINE。
For her this rhyme is penned； whose luminous eyes；
Brightly expressive as the twins of Loeda；
Shall find her own sweet name； that； nestling lies
Upon the page； enwrapped from every reader。
Search narrowly the lines！ they hold a treasure
Divine a talisman an amulet
That must be worn _at heart_。 Search well the measure
The words the syllables！ Do not forget
The trivialest point； or you may lose your labor！
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot
Which one might not undo without a sabre；
If one could merely comprehend the plot。
Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
Eyes scintillating soul； there lie _perdus_
Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
Of poets； by poets as the name is a poet's； too。
Its letters； although naturally lying
Like the knight Pinto Mendez Ferdinando
Still form a synonym for Truth Cease trying！
You will not read the riddle； though you do the best _you_ can do。
1846。
＇To discover the names in this and the following poem read the first
letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the
second line； the third letter of the third line； the fourth of the fourth
and so on to the end。＇
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AN ENIGMA
〃Seldom we find；〃 says Solomon Don Dunce；
〃Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet。
Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet …
Trash of all trash！ … how _can_ a lady don it？
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff…
Owl…downy nonsense that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk…paper the while you con it。〃
And； veritably； Sol is right enough。
The general tuckermanities are arrant
Bubbles … ephemeral and _so_ transparent …
But _this_ is； now； … you may depend upon it …
Stable； opaque； immortal … all by dint
Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't。
1847。
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TO MY MOTHER
Because I feel that； in the H
