In My Mood of Poe: From Lenore to Annabel Lee

Lenore, thy love lengthens all lives; Thy death lames all luminous lights.
Maria, mighty mother of God, if thy mercy with me still,
Vitalize my love, Virginia--bring back her vivid soul from ill.
Mon amour, I am waiting for thee.

Helen, harmonious harper of yore, thy smile lifts my heart up high.
Horace hymns heatily thy beauty up the rosehued path of Hesperian hill.
Hosts of heaven heedfully listen to the whole soft stream of rill.
Mon amour, I am waiting for thee.

Annabel Lee, my beloved soul--"my darling, my life, and my bride,"
Thy wings warm my heart--Oh, Angel with an omniscient view.
Thou curest all acute aches; attenuate my pain with vigil.
Mon amour, I am waiting for thee.

To my love wherever thou art, I seek
To my light, whenever thou hearest, please yield
Because I, Edgar Allan Poe--with chill--
Am still waiting for thee.
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