<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373636" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A PÆan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall the burial rite be read?<br>The solemn song be sung ?<br>The requiem for the loveliest dead,<br>That ever died so young?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her friends are gazing on her,<br>And on her gaudy bier,<br>And weep ! - oh! to dishonor<br>Dead beauty with a tear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They loved her for her wealth -<br>And they hated her for her pride -<br>But she grew in feeble health,<br>And they love her - that she died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They tell me (while they speak<br>Of her 'costly broider'd pall')<br>That my voice is growing weak -<br>That I should not sing at all -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or that my tone should be<br>Tun'd to such solemn song<br>So mournfully - so mournfully,<br>That the dead may feel no wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she is gone above,<br>With young Hope at her side,<br>And I am drunk with love<br>Of the dead, who is my bride. -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the dead - dead who lies<br>All perfum'd there,<br>With the death upon her eyes,<br>And the life upon her hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus on the coffin loud and long<br>I strike - the murmur sent<br>Through the grey chambers to my song,<br>Shall be the accompaniment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou died'st in thy life's June -<br>But thou did'st not die too fair:<br>Thou did'st not die too soon,<br>Nor with too calm an air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From more than fiends on earth,<br>Thy life and love are riven,<br>To join the untainted mirth<br>Of more than thrones in heaven -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore, to thee this night<br>I will no requiem raise,<br>But waft thee on thy flight,<br>With a Pæan of old days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Allan+Poe">Edgar Allan Poe</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=373636" data-title="A PÆan de Edgar Allan Poe" data-description="How shall the burial rite be read? The solemn song be sung ? The requiem for the loveliest dead, That ever died so young? II. Her friends are gazing on her, And on her gaudy bier, And weep ! - oh! to dishonor Dead beauty with a tear! III. They..."></div> </div> </div>

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