. Shepp's Literary world: containing the lives of our noted American and favorite English authors. Together with choice selections from their writings . SAW thee once—once only—years ago :I must not say how many—but not was a July midnight; and from outA full-orbed moon that, like thine own soul, a precipitant pathway up through heaven,There fell a silvery-silken veil of quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,Upon the upturned faces of a thousand Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe—Fell on the upturned faces of th
. Shepp's Literary world: containing the lives of our noted American and favorite English authors. Together with choice selections from their writings . SAW thee once—once only—years ago :I must not say how many—but not was a July midnight; and from outA full-orbed moon that, like thine own soul, a precipitant pathway up through heaven,There fell a silvery-silken veil of quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,Upon the upturned faces of a thousand Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe—Fell on the upturned faces of these rosesThat gave out, in return for the odorous souls in an ecstatic death—Fell on the upturned faces of these rosesThat smiled and died in this parterre, enchantedBy thee a,nd by the poetry of thy presence. EDGAR ALLEN POE. 51. !3rv CLAD ALL IN WHITE, UPON A VIOLET BANKI SAW THEE HALF RECLINING ; WHILE THE MOONFELL ON THE UPTURNED FACES OP THE ROSES,AND ON THINE OWN, UPTURNED ALAS ! IN SORROW. Was it not Fate that, on this July midnight—Was it not Fate (whose name is also Sorrow)That bade me pause before that garden-gateTo breathe the incense of those slumbering ruses ?No footstep stirred : the hated world all slept,Save only thee and me. I paused—I looked—And in an instant all things disappeared.(Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted!)The pearly lustre of the moon went out:The mossy banks and the meandering paths,The happy flowers and the repining seen no more : the very roses odorsDied in the arms of the adoring , all expired save thee—save less than thou:Save only the divine light in thine eyes—Save but the soul in thine uplifted saw but them—they were the world to saw but them—saw only them for hours—Saw only them until the moon went wild hear
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