AndbystrangealchemyofbrainHispleasuresalwaysturnedtopain
Hisnaivet？towilddesire
Hiswittolove-hiswinetofire
Andso，beingyounganddiptinfolly，Ifellinlovewithmelancholy，AndusedtothrowmyearthlyrestAndquietallawayinjest
IcouldnotloveexceptwhereDeathWasminglinghiswithBeauty’sbreath
OrHymen，Time，andDestiny，Werestalkingbetweenherandme。
Butnowmysoulhathtoomuchroom
Gonearethegloryandthegloom
Theblackhathmellow’dintogray，Andallthefiresarefadingaway。
Mydraughtofpassionhathbeendeep
Irevell’d，andInowwouldsleepAndafterdrunkennessofsoulSucceedsthegloriesofthebowlAnidlelongingnightanddayTodreammyverylifeaway。
ButdreamsofthosewhodreamasI，Aspiringly，aredamned，anddie：
YetshouldIswearImeanalone，Bynotessoveryshrillyblown，TobreakuponTime’smonotone，WhileyetmyvapidjoyandgriefAretintlessoftheyellowleaf
Whynotanimpthegraybeardhath，Willshakehisshadowinmypath
Ande’enthegraybeardwillo’erlookConnivinglymydreaming-book。
AloneFromchildhood’shourIhavenotbeenAsotherswere-IhavenotseenAsotherssaw-IcouldnotbringMypassionsfromacommonspring-
FromthesamesourceIhavenottakenMysorrow-IcouldnotawakenMyhearttojoyatthesametone-
AndallIlov’d-_I_lov’dalone-
_Then_-inmychildhood-inthedawnOfamoststormylife-wasdrawnFromev’rydepthofgoodandillThemysterywhichbindsmestill-
Fromthetorrent，orthefountain-
Fromtheredcliffofthemountain-
Fromthesunthat’roundmeroll’dInitsautumntintofgold-
FromthelightningintheskyAsitpass’dmeflyingby-
Fromthethunder，andthestorm-
AndthecloudthattooktheformWhentherestofHeavenwasblue
Ofademoninmyview-
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BENEATHthevine-cladeaves，WhoseshadowsfallbeforeThylowlycottagedoorUnderthelilac’stremulousleaves
Withinthysnowyclaspe鑔handThepurpleflowersitbore……
Lasteveindreams，Isawtheestand，LikequeenlynymphsfromFairy-land
Enchantressoftheflowerywand，MostbeauteousIsadore！
AndwhenIbadethedreamUponthyspiritflee，ThyvioleteyestomeUpturned，didoverflowingseemWiththedeep，untolddelightOfLove’sserenity；
Thyclassicbrow，likelilieswhiteAndpaleastheImperialNightUponherthrone，withstarsbedight，Enthralledmysoultothee！
AhIeverIbeholdThydreamy，passionateeyes，BlueasthelanguidskiesHungwiththesunset’sfringeofgold；
Nowstrangelyclearthineimagegrows，AndoldenmemoriesArestartledfromtheirlongreposeLikeshadowsonthesilentsnowsWhensuddenlythenight-windblowsWherequietmoonlightties。
Likemusicheardindreams，Likestrainsofharpsunknown，OfbirdsforeverflownAudibleasthevoiceofstreamsThatmurmurinsomeleafydell，Ihearthygentlesttone，AndSilencecomethwithherspellLikethatwhichonmytonguedothdwell，WhentremulousindreamsItellMylovetotheealone！
Ineveryvalleyheard，Floatingfromtreetotree，Lessbeautifulto，me，Themusicoftheradiantbird，ThanartlessaccentssuchasthineWhoseechoesneverflee！
Ah！howforthysweetvoiceIpine：
ForutteredinthytonesbenignEnchantress！thisrudenameofmineDothseemamelodyI
INtheserapid，restlessshadows，OnceIwalkedateventide，Whenagentle，silentmaiden，WalkedinbeautyatmysideShealonetherewalkedbesidemeAllinbeauty，likeabride。
PallidlythemoonwasshiningOnthedewymeadowsnigh；
Onthesilvery，silentrivers，OnthemountainsfarandhighOntheocean’sstar-litwaters，Wherethewindsa-wearydie。
Slowly，silentlywewanderedFromtheopencottagedoor，Underneaththeelm’slongbranchesTothepavementbendingo’er；
UnderneaththemossywillowAndthedyingsycamore。
WiththemyriadstarsinbeautyAllbedight，theheavenswereseen，Radianthopeswerebrightaroundme，Likethelightofstarsserene；
LikethemellowmidnightsplendorOftheNight’sirradiatequeen。
Audiblytheelm-leaveswhisperedPeaceful，pleasantmelodies，LikethedistantmurmuredmusicOfunquiet，lovelyseas：
WhilethewindswerehushedinslumberInthefragrantflowersandtrees。
WondrousandunwontedbeautyStilladorningalldidseem，WhileItoldmyloveinfables’Neaththewillowsbythestream；
WouldthehearthavekeptunspokenLovethatwasitsrarestdream！
InstantlyawaywewanderedIntheshadowytwilighttide，She，thesilent，scornfulmaiden，Walkingcalmlyatmyside，Withastepsereneandstately，Allinbeauty，allinpride。
VacantlyIwalkedbesideher。
Ontheearthmineeyeswerecast；
SwiftandkeentherecameuntomeRittermemoriesofthepastOnme，liketheraininAutumnOnthedeadleaves，coldandfast。
Underneaththeelmsweparted，Bythelowlycottagedoor；
OnebriefwordalonewasutteredNeveronourlipsbefore；
AndawayIwalkedforlornly，Broken-heartedevermore。
Slowly，silentlyIloitered，Homeward，inthenight，alone；
Suddenanguishboundmyspirit，Thatmyyouthhadneverknown；
Wildunrest，likethatwhichcomethWhentheNight’sfirstdreamhathflown。
Now，tometheelm-leaveswhisperMad，discordantmelodies，AndkeenmelodieslikeshadowsHauntthemoaningwillowtrees，AndthesycamoreswithlaughterMockmeinthenightlybreeze。
SadandpaletheAutumnmoonlightThroughthesighingfoliagestreams；
Andeachmorning，midnightshadow，Shadowofmysorrowseems；
Strive，0heart，forgetthineidol！
And，0soul，forgetthydreams！
’TissaidthatwhenThehandsofmenTamedthisprimevalwood，Andhoarytreeswithgroansofwoe，Likewarriorsbyanunknownfoe，Wereintheirstrengthsubdued，ThevirginEarthGaveinstantbirthTospringsthatne’erdidflowThatinthesunDidrivuletsrun，AndallaroundrareflowersdidblowThewildrosepalePerfumedthegaleAndthequeenlylilyadownthedaleWhomthesunandthedewAndthewindsdidwoo，Withthegourdandthegrapeluxuriantgrew。
SowhenintearsTheloveofyearsIswastedlikethesnow，AndthefinefibrilsofitslifeBytherudewrongofinstantstrifeArebrokenatablowWithintheheartDospringsupstartOfwhichitdothnowknow，Andstrange，sweetdreams，LikesilentstreamsThatfromnewfountainsoverflow，WiththeearliertideOfriversglideDeepintheheartwhosehopehasdied
Quenchingthefiresitsasheshide，
Itsashes，whencewillspringandgrowSweetflowers，erelong，Therareandradiantflowersofsong！
OfthemanyversesfromtimetotimeascribedtothepenofEdgarPoe，andnotincludedamonghisknownwritings，thelinesentitled“Alone“havethechiefclaimtoournotice。_Fac-simile_copiesofthispiecehadbeeninpossessionofthepresenteditorsometimeprevioustoitspublicationin“Scribner’sMagazine“forSeptember，1875；butasproofsoftheauthorshipclaimedforitwerenotforthcoming，herefrainedfrompublishingitasrequested。Thedesiredproofshavenotyetbeenadduced，andthereis，atpresent，nothingbutinternalevidencetoguideus。“Alone“isstatedtohavebeenwrittenbyPoeinthealbumofaBaltimoreladyMrs。
Balderstone？，onMarch17th，1829，andthefac-similegivenin“Scribner’s“sallegedtobeofhishandwriting。IfthecaligraphybePoe’s，itisdifferentinallessentialrespectsfromallthemanyspecimensknowntous，andstronglyresemblesthatofthewriteroftheheadinganddatingofthemanuscript，bothofwhichthecontributorofthepoemacknowledgestohavebeenrecentlyadded。Thelines，however，ifnotbyPoe，arethemostsuccessfulimitationofhisearlymannerismsyetmadepublic，and，intheopinionofonewellqualifiedtospeak，“arenotunworthyonthewholeoftheparentageclaimedforthem。”
WhileEdgarPoewaseditorofthe“Broadwayjournal。”somelines“ToIsadore“appearedtherein，and，likeseveralofhisknownpieces，borenosignature。TheywereatonceascribedtoPoe，andinordertosatisfyquestioners，aneditorialparagraphsubsequentlyappearedsayingtheywereby“A。Ide，junior。”Twopreviouspoemshadappearedinthe“Broadwayjournal“overthesignatureof“A。M。Ide。”andwhoeverwrotethemwasalsotheauthorofthelines“ToIsadore。”Inorder，doubtless，togiveashowofvariety，Poewasthenpublishingsomeofhisknownworksinhisjournalover_nomsdeplume，_andasnootherwritingswhatevercanbetracedtoanypersonbearingthenameof“A。M。Ide。”itisnotimpossiblethatthepoemsnowrepublishedinthiscollectionmaybebytheauthorof“TheRaven。”Havingbeenpublishedwithouthisusualelaboraterevision，Poemayhavewishedto_hide_hishastyworkunderanassumedname。Thethreepiecesareincludedinthepresentcollection，sothereadercanjudgeforhimselfwhatpretensionstheypossesstobebytheauthorof“TheRaven。”
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