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To Marie Louise (Shew)

Edgar Allan Poe·1809–1849
Lines:18Movement:Romanticism
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning--Of all to whom thine absence is the night--The blotting utterly from out high heavenThe sacred sun--of all who, weeping, bless theeHourly for hope--for life--ah, above all,For the resurrection of deep buried faithIn truth, in virtue, in humanity--Of all who, on despair's unhallowed bedLying down to die, have suddenly arisenAt thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light!"At thy soft-murmured words that were fulfilledIn thy seraphic glancing of thine eyes--Of all who owe thee most, whose gratitudeNearest resembles worship,--oh, rememberThe truest, the most fervently devoted,And think that these weak lines are written by him--By him who, as he pens them, thrills to thinkHis spirit is communing with an angel's.