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Imitation

Edgar Allan Poe·1809–1849
Lines:20Movement:Romanticism
A dark unfathomed tideOf interminable pride--A mystery, and a dream,Should my early life seem;I say that dream was fraughtWith a wild and waking thoughtOf beings that have been,Which my spirit hath not seen,Had I let them pass me by,With a dreaming eye!Let none of earth inheritThat vision on my spirit;Those thoughts I would control,As a spell upon his soul:For that bright hope at lastAnd that light time have past,And my wordly rest hath goneWith a sigh as it passed on:I care not though it perishWith a thought I then did cherish.