the works of edgar allan poe-5-第54章

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Wondrous　and　unwonted　beauty
　　　　Still　adorning　all　did　seem；
While　I　told　my　love　in　fables
　　　　'Neath　the　willows　by　the　stream；
Would　the　heart　have　kept　unspoken
　　　　Love　that　was　its　rarest　dream！

Instantly　away　we　wandered
　　　　In　the　shadowy　twilight　tide；
She；　the　silent；　scornful　maiden；
　　　　Walking　calmly　at　my　side；
With　a　step　serene　and　stately；
　　　　All　in　beauty；　all　in　pride。

Vacantly　I　walked　beside　her。
　　　　On　the　earth　mine　eyes　were　cast；
Swift　and　keen　there　came　unto　me
　　　　Ritter　memories　of　the　past
On　me；　like　the　rain　in　Autumn
　　　　On　the　dead　leaves；　cold　and　fast。

Underneath　the　elms　we　parted；
　　　　By　the　lowly　cottage　door；
One　brief　word　alone　was　uttered
　　　　Never　on　our　lips　before；
And　away　I　walked　forlornly；
　　　　Broken…hearted　evermore。

Slowly；　silently　I　loitered；
　　　　Homeward；　in　the　night；　alone；
Sudden　anguish　bound　my　spirit；
　　　　That　my　youth　had　never　known；
Wild　unrest；　like　that　which　cometh
　　　　When　the　Night's　first　dream　hath　flown。

Now；　to　me　the　elm…leaves　whisper
　　　　Mad；　discordant　melodies；
And　keen　melodies　like　shadows
　　　　Haunt　the　moaning　willow　trees；
And　the　sycamores　with　laughter
　　　　Mock　me　in　the　nightly　breeze。

Sad　and　pale　the　Autumn　moonlight
　　　　Through　the　sighing　foliage　streams；
And　each　morning；　midnight　shadow；
　　　　Shadow　of　my　sorrow　seems；
Strive；　0　heart；　forget　thine　idol！
　　　　And；　0　soul；　forget　thy　dreams　！



THE　FOREST　REVERIE

'Tis　said　that　when
The　hands　of　men
Tamed　this　primeval　wood；
And　hoary　trees　with　groans　of　woe；
Like　warriors　by　an　unknown　foe；
Were　in　their　strength　subdued；
The　virgin　Earth　Gave　instant　birth
To　springs　that　ne'er　did　flow
That　in　the　sun　Did　rivulets　run；
And　all　around　rare　flowers　did　blow
The　wild　rose　pale　Perfumed　the　gale
And　the　queenly　lily　adown　the　dale
（Whom　the　sun　and　the　dew
And　the　winds　did　woo）；
With　the　gourd　and　the　grape　luxuriant　grew。

So　when　in　tears
The　love　of　years
Is　wasted　like　the　snow；
And　the　fine　fibrils　of　its　life
By　the　rude　wrong　of　instant　strife
Are　broken　at　a　blow
Within　the　heart
Do　springs　upstart
Of　which　it　doth　now　know；
And　strange；　sweet　dreams；
Like　silent　streams
That　from　new　fountains　overflow；
With　the　earlier　tide
Of　rivers　glide
Deep　in　the　heart　whose　hope　has　died
Quenching　the　fires　its　ashes　hide；
Its　ashes；　whence　will　spring　and　grow
Sweet　flowers；　ere　long；
The　rare　and　radiant　flowers　of　song！



NOTES

Of　the　many　verses　from　time　to　time　ascribed　to　the　pen　of　Edgar　Poe；　and
not　included　among　his　known　writings；　the　lines　entitled　〃Alone〃　have　the
chief　claim　to　our　notice。　_Fac…simile　_copies　of　this　piece　had　been　in
possession　of　the　present　editor　some　time　previous　to　its　publication　in
〃Scribner's　Magazine〃　for　September；　1875；　but　as　proofs　of　the　authorship
claimed　for　it　were　not　forthcoming；　he　refrained　from　publishing　it　as
requested。　The　desired　proofs　have　not　yet　been　adduced；　and　there　is；　at
present；　nothing　but　internal　evidence　to　guide　us。　〃Alone〃　is　stated　to
have　been　written　by　Poe　in　the　album　of　a　Baltimore　lady　（Mrs。
Balderstone？）；　on　March　17th；　1829；　and　the　fac…simile　given　in
〃Scribner's〃s　alleged　to　be　of　his　handwriting。　If　the　caligraphy　be
Poe's；　it　is　different　in　all　essential　respects　from　all　the　many
specimens　known　to　us；　and　strongly　resembles　that　of　the　writer　of　the
heading　and　dating　of　the　manuscript；　both　of　which　the　contributor　of　the
poem　acknowledges　to　have　been　recently　added。　The　lines；　however；　if　not
by　Poe；　are　the　most　successful　imitation　of　his　early　mannerisms　yet　made
public；　and；　in　the　opinion　of　one　well　qualified　to　speak；　〃are　not
unworthy　on　the　whole　of　the　parentage　claimed　for　them。〃

While　Edgar　Poe　was　editor　of　the　〃Broadway　journal；〃　some　lines　〃To
Isadore〃　appeared　therein；　and；　like　several　of　his　known　pieces；　bore　no
signature。　They　were　at　once　ascribed　to　Poe；　and　in　order　to　satisfy
questioners；　an　editorial　paragraph　subsequently　appeared　saying　they　were
by　〃A。　Ide；　junior。〃　Two　previous　poems　had　appeared　in　the　〃Broadway
journal〃　over　the　signature　of　〃A。　M。　Ide；〃　and　whoever　wrote　them　was
also　the　author　of　the　lines　〃To　Isadore。〃　In　order；　doubtless；　to　give　a
show　of　variety；　Poe　was　then　publishing　some　of　his　known　works　in　his
journal　over　_noms　de　plume；　_and　as　no　other　writings　whatever　can　be
traced　to　any　person　bearing　the　name　of　〃A。　M。　Ide；〃　it　is　not　impossible
that　the　poems　now　republished　in　this　collection　may　be　by　the　author　of
〃The　Raven。〃　Having　been　published　without　his　usual　elaborate　revision；
Poe　may　have　wished　to　_hide　_his　hasty　work　under　an　assumed　name。　The
three　pieces　are　included　in　the　present　collection；　so　the　reader　can
judge　for　himself　what　pretensions　they　possess　to　be　by　the　author　of
〃The　Raven。〃





End　of　The　Works　of　Edgar　Allan　Poe　V。　5

End　of　the　Works　of　Edgar　Allan　Poe　＇Raven　Edition＇