by Edgar Allan Poe The ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow, Satins and jewels grand Are all at my command, And I am happy now. And my lord he loves me well; But, when first he breathed his vow, I felt my bosom swell — For the words rangContinue reading “Bridal Ballad”
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Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were — I have not seen As others saw — I could not bring My passions from a common spring — From the same source I have not taken My sorrow — I could not awaken My heart to joy at theContinue reading “Alone”