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EDGAR ALLAN POE


  
And every gentle air that dallied,
 In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
 A wingéd odor went away.


III

Wanderers in that happy valley
 Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
 To a lute's well-tunéd law,
Round about a throne where, sitting,
 Porphyrogene,
In state his glory well befitting,
 The ruler of the realm was seen.


IV

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
 Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
 And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty
 Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
 The wit and wisdom of their king.


V

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
 Assailed the monarch s high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
 Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
 That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
 Of the old time entombed.