All others rest; but I
Dream-haunted lie—
A distant roar,
As of tumultuous waters, evermore
About my brain.
E'en Sleep, tho' fain
To soothe me, flies affrighted, and alone
I bear the incumbent stone
Of Death
That stifles breath,
But not the hideous chorus crying "Shame!"
Upon my name.
Had I not Song?
Yea; and it lingers yet
The souls to fret
Of an ignoble throng,
Aflame with hate
Of the exulting Fate
That hurls their idols from her temple fair,
And shrines me there.
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It does poe justice
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This is a wonderful poem and I agree with lonestar....
I loved it
Ciao
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This is the most beautiful thing I have read since the last beautiful thing I read. Poetry like this should be read aloud to the world at all given oppurtunities. I can't say what I want to say about this poem without sounding cliche...
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