From childhood’s hour I have not been …
Edgar Allan Poe
In visions of the dark night …
Take this kiss upon the brow! …
It was many and many a year ago, …
By a route obscure and lonely, …
Gaily bedight, …
Dim vales—and shadowy floods— …
Thank Heaven! the crisis, …
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell …
Romance, who loves to nod and sing, …
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! …
I …
Lo! ’t is a gala night …
In the greenest of our valleys …
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, …
At midnight, in the month of June, …
Once it smiled a silent dell …
The skies they were ashen and sober; …
Helen, thy beauty is to me …
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, …
Thou wast that all to me, love, …