<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373690" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Isadore</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. Beneath the vine-clad eaves,<br> Whose shadows fall before<br> Thy lowly cottage door--<br> Under the lilac's tremulous leaves--<br> Within thy snowy clasped hand<br> The purple flowers it bore.<br> Last eve in dreams, I saw thee stand,<br> Like queenly nymph from Fairy-land--<br> Enchantress of the flowery wand,<br> Most beauteous Isadore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II. And when I bade the dream<br> Upon thy spirit flee,<br> Thy violet eyes to me<br> Upturned, did overflowing seem<br> With the deep, untold delight<br> Of Love's serenity;<br> Thy classic brow, like lilies white<br> And pale as the Imperial Night<br> Upon her throne, with stars bedight,<br> Enthralled my soul to thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III. Ah! ever I behold<br> Thy dreamy, passionate eyes,<br> Blue as the languid skies<br> Hung with the sunset's fringe of gold;<br> Now strangely clear thine image grows,<br> And olden memories<br> Are startled from their long repose<br> Like shadows on the silent snows<br> When suddenly the night-wind blows<br> Where quiet moonlight lies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV. Like music heard in dreams,<br> Like strains of harps unknown,<br> Of birds for ever flown,--<br> Audible as the voice of streams<br> That murmur in some leafy dell,<br> I hear thy gentlest tone,<br> And Silence cometh with her spell<br> Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,<br> When tremulous in dreams I tell<br> My love to thee alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V. In every valley heard,<br> Floating from tree to tree,<br> Less beautiful to me,<br> The music of the radiant bird,<br> Than artless accents such as thine<br> Whose echoes never flee!<br> Ah! how for thy sweet voice I pine:--<br> For uttered in thy tones benign<br> (Enchantress!) this rude name of mine<br> Doth seem a melody!</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=373690" data-title="To Isadore de Edgar Allan Poe" data-description="I. Beneath the vine-clad eaves, Whose shadows fall before Thy lowly cottage door-- Under the lilac's tremulous leaves-- Within thy snowy clasped hand The purple flowers it bore. Last eve in dreams, I saw thee stand, Like queenly nymph from ..."></div> </div> </div>

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