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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373689" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Helen - 1848</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw thee once- once only- years ago: <br>I must not say how many- but not many. <br>It was a July midnight; and from out <br>A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring, <br>Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven, <br>There fell a silvery-silken veil of light, <br>With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber, <br>Upon the upturned faces of a thousand <br>Roses that grew in an enchanted garden, <br>Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe- <br>Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses <br>That gave out, in return for the love-light, <br>Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death- <br>Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses <br>That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted <br>By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence. <br>Clad all in white, upon a violet bank <br>I saw thee half reclining; while the moon <br>Fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses, <br>And on thine own, upturn'd- alas, in sorrow! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it not Fate, that, on this July midnight- <br>Was it not Fate, (whose name is also Sorrow,) <br>That bade me pause before that garden-gate, <br>To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses? <br>No footstep stirred: the hated world an slept, <br>Save only thee and me. (Oh, Heaven!- oh, God! <br>How my heart beats in coupling those two words!) <br>Save only thee and me. I paused- I looked- <br>And in an instant all things disappeared. <br>(Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted!) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pearly lustre of the moon went out: <br>The mossy banks and the meandering paths, <br>The happy flowers and the repining trees, <br>Were seen no more: the very roses' odors <br>Died in the arms of the adoring airs. <br>All- all expired save thee- save less than thou: <br>Save only the divine light in thine eyes- <br>Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes. <br>I saw but them- they were the world to me! <br>I saw but them- saw only them for hours, <br>Saw only them until the moon went down. <br>What wild heart-histories seemed to he enwritten <br>Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres! <br>How dark a woe, yet how sublime a hope! <br>How silently serene a sea of pride! <br>How daring an ambition; yet how deep- <br>How fathomless a capacity for love! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight, <br>Into a western couch of thunder-cloud; <br>And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees <br>Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained; <br>They would not go- they never yet have gone; <br>Lighting my lonely pathway home that night, <br>They have not left me (as my hopes have) since; <br>They follow me- they lead me through the years. <br>They are my ministers- yet I their slave. <br>Their office is to illumine and enkindle- <br>My duty, to be saved by their bright light, <br>And purified in their electric fire, <br>And sanctified in their elysian fire. <br>They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope), <br>And are far up in Heaven- the stars I kneel to <br>In the sad, silent watches of my night; <br>While even in the meridian glare of day <br>I see them still- two sweetly scintillant <br>Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!</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>
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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, 
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