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34 lines
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1850
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SERENADE
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by Edgar Allan Poe
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SERENADE
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So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
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I feel it more than half a crime,
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When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
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To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
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At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
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An image of Elysium lies:
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Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
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Form in the deep another seven:
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Endymion nodding from above
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Sees in the sea a second love.
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Within the valleys dim and brown,
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And on the spectral mountain's crown,
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The wearied light is dying down,
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And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
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Are redolent of sleep, as I
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Am redolent of thee and thine
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Enthralling love, my Adeline.
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But list, O list,- so soft and low
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Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow,
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That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
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My words the music of a dream.
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Thus, while no single sound too rude
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Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
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Our thoughts, our souls- O God above!
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In every deed shall mingle, love.
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THE END
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