Edgar Allan Poe: Poems of Edgar Allan Poe

27. TO MARIE LOUISE (SHEW)

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning --
Of all to whom thine absence is the night --
The blotting utterly from out high heaven
The sacred sun -- of all who, weeping, bless thee
Hourly for hope- for life -- ah! above all,
For the resurrection of deep-buried faith
In Truth -- in Virtue -- in Humanity --
Of all who, on Despair's unhallowed bed
Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen
At thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light!"
At the soft-murmured words that were fulfilled
In the seraphic glancing of thine eyes --
Of all who owe thee most -- whose gratitude
Nearest resembles worship -- oh, remember
The truest -- the most fervently devoted,
And think that these weak lines are written by him --
By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think
His spirit is communing with an angel's.


1847

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