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the short…lived 〃Flag of our Union；〃 early in 1849；' but does not appear
to have been issued until after its author's death； when it appeared in
the 〃Leaflets of Memory〃 for 1850。
9。 〃For Annie〃 was first published in the 〃Flag of our Union；〃 in the
spring of 1849。 Poe； annoyed at some misprints in this issue； shortly
afterwards caused a corrected copy to be inserted in the 〃Home Journal。〃
10。 〃To F 〃 （Frances Sargeant Osgood） appeared in the 〃Broadway
journal〃 for April； 1845。 These lines are but slightly varied from those
inscribed 〃To Mary；〃 in the 〃Southern Literary Messenger〃 for July； 1835；
and subsequently republished； with the two stanzas transposed； in
〃Graham's Magazine〃 for March； 1842； as 〃To One Departed。〃
11。 〃To F s S。 Od；〃 a portion of the poet's triune tribute to Mrs。
Osgood； was published in the 〃Broadway Journal〃 for September； 1845。 The
earliest version of these lines appeared in the 〃Southern Literary
Messenger〃 for September； 1835； as 〃Lines written in an Album；〃 and was
addressed to Eliza White； the proprietor's daughter。 Slightly revised； the
poem reappeared in Burton's 〃Gentleman's Magazine〃 for August； 1839； as
〃To。〃
12。 Although 〃Eldorado〃 was published during Poe's lifetime； in 1849； in
the 〃Flag of our Union；〃 it does not appear to have ever received the
author's finishing touches。
End of Poems of Later Life
POEMS OF MANHOOD
LENORE
AH broken is the golden bowl！ the spirit flown forever！
Let the bell toll！ … a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river；
And； Guy De Vere； hast _thou_ no tear？ … weep now or never more！
See！ on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love； Lenore！
Come！ let the burial rite be read … the funeral song be sung！ …
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young …
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young。
〃Wretches！ ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride；
〃And when she fell in feeble health； ye blessed her … that she died！
〃How shall the ritual； then； be read？ … the requiem how be sung
〃By you … by yours； the evil eye； … by yours； the slanderous tongue
〃That did to death the innocent that died； and died so young？〃
_Peccavimus_； but rave not thus！ and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel so wrong！
The sweet Lenore hath 〃gone before；〃 with Hope； that flew beside
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride …
For her； the fair and _debonair_； that now so lowly lies；
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes …
The life still there； upon her hair … the death upon her eyes。
〃Avaunt！ to…night my heart is light。 No dirge will I upraise；
〃But waft the angel on her flight with a Paean of old days！
〃Let no bell toll！ … lest her sweet soul； amid its hallowed mirth；
〃Should catch the note； as it doth float … up from the damned Earth。
〃To friends above； from fiends below； the indignant ghost is riven …
〃From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven …
〃From grief and groan； to a golden throne； beside the King of Heaven。〃
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TO ONE IN PARADISE。
THOU wast all that to me； love；
For which my soul did pine
A green isle in the sea； love；
A fountain and a shrime；
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers；
And all the flowers were mine。
Ah； dream too bright to last！
Ah； starry Hope！ that didst arise
But to be overcast！
A voice from out the Future cries；
〃On！ on！〃 but o'er the Past
（Dim guld！） my spirit hovering lies
Mute； mothionless； aghast！
For； alas！ alas！ with me
The light of Life is o'er！
No more no more no more
（Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore）
Shall bloom the thunder0blasted tree；
Or the stricken eagle soar！
And all my days are trances；
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances；
And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances；
By what eternal streams。
1835。
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THE COLISEUM。
TYPE of the antique Rome！ Rich reliquary
Of lofty contemplation left to Time
By buried centuries of pomp and power！
At length … at length … after so many days
Of weary pilgrimage and burning thirst；
（Thirst for the springs of lore that in thee lie；）
I kneel； an altered and an humble man；
Amid thy shadows； and so drink within
My very soul thy grandeur； gloom； and glory！
Vastness！ and Age！ and Memories of Eld！
Silence！ and Desolation！ and dim Night！
I feel ye now … I feel ye in your strength …
O spells more sure than e'er Jud鎍n king
Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane！
O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee
Ever drew down from out the quiet stars！
Here； where a hero fell； a column falls！
Here； where the mimic eagle glared in gold；
A midnight vigil holds the swarthy bat！
Here； where the dames of Rome their gilded hair
Waved to the wind； now wave the reed and thistle！
Here； where on golden throne the monarch lolled；
Glides； spectre…like； unto his marble home；
Lit by the wanlight