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An Enigma

Edgar Allan Poe·1809–1849
Lines:14Movement:Romanticism
"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.Through all the flimsy things we see at once As easily as through a Naples bonnet-- Trash of all trash!--how _can_ a lady don it?Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff--Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it."And, veritably, Sol is right enough.The general tuckermanities are arrantBubbles--ephemeral and _so_ transparent-- But _this is_, now--you may depend upon it--Stable, opaque, immortal--all by dintOf the dear names that lie concealed within't.