<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117937" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Fall of Usher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">An elegy on Edgar Allan Poe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thou wert the Morning Star among the living,<br> Ere thy fair light had fled;<br>But, having died, thou art like Hesperus giving<br> New splendor to the dead." - Plato's Aster.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thou art gone to the grave!" but thy spirit is shining,<br> And singing afar in the Realms of the Blest ;<br>While the living are left by thy cold grave reclining,<br> And mourning for thee while they long for thy rest---<br> Left mourning for thee while they long for thy rest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thou art gone to the grave!" thou art gone where thy slumber<br> No more shall be broken by sorrow or pain---<br>Soon to rise with that host which no mortal can number,<br> To lie down no more in that Valley again!<br> No more to lie down in that Valley again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thou art gone to the grave!" there is none can restore thee,<br> Or bring thee again from that Silent Abode !<br>But the Conqueror of Death went to dwell there before thee,<br> And He has prepared thee the way to thy God!<br> Prepared thee the way to thy Beautiful God !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thou art gone to the grave!" thou art silently sleeping<br> A sleep which no sorrow shall ever molest;<br>And, in longing for which, my poor heart now is keeping<br> This silent lament in its grave in my breast!<br> Like Shelley for Keats, in its grave in my breast!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thou art gone to the grave!" let the dark Weeping Willow<br> Bend over thy grave where thy beauty was laid!<br>While thy form, thus reclined on the earth for its pillow,<br> Shall live in the Spring-flowers which bloom at thy head---<br> To feed the young Butterflies born at thy head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Thou art gone to the grave!" where the Violets are springing,<br> And feeding upon thee above the damp sod,<br>Now thy Pandemos mourns, while thy spirit is singing,<br> And drinking delight from the Fountains of God ---<br> With thine Ullalume lost from the Fountains of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Holley+Chivers">Thomas Holley Chivers</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117937" data-title="The Fall of Usher de Thomas Holley Chivers" data-description="An elegy on Edgar Allan Poe/"Thou wert the Morning Star among the living,/ Ere thy fair light had fled;/But, having died, thou art like Hesperus giving/ New splendor to the dead." - Plato's Aster./"Thou art gone to the grave!" but thy spirit is sh..."></div> </div> </div>

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