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61 lines
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1839
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THE HAUNTED PALACE
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by Edgar Allan Poe
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In the greenest of our valleys
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By good angels tenanted,
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Once a fair and stately palace-
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Radiant palace- reared its head.
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In the monarch Thought's dominion-
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It stood there!
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Never seraph spread a pinion
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Over fabric half so fair!
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Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
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On its roof did float and flow,
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(This- all this- was in the olden
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Time long ago,)
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And every gentle air that dallied,
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In that sweet day,
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Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
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A winged odor went away.
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Wanderers in that happy valley,
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Through two luminous windows, saw
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Spirits moving musically,
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To a lute's well-tuned law,
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Round about a throne where, sitting
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(Porphyrogene!)
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In state his glory well-befitting,
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The ruler of the realm was seen.
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And all with pearl and ruby glowing
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Was the fair palace door,
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Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
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And sparkling evermore,
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A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
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Was but to sing,
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In voices of surpassing beauty,
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The wit and wisdom of their king.
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But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
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Assailed the monarch's high estate.
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(Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow
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Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
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And round about his home the glory
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That blushed and bloomed,
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Is but a dim-remembered story
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Of the old time entombed.
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And travellers, now, within that valley,
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Through the red-litten windows see
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Vast forms, that move fantastically
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To a discordant melody,
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While, like a ghastly rapid river,
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Through the pale door
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A hideous throng rush out forever
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And laugh- but smile no more.
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-THE END-
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