Lenore
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- Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
- Let the bell toll!--a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river.
- And, Guy de Vere, hast _thou_ no tear?--weep now or never more!
- See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
- Come! let the burial rite be read--the funeral song be sung!--
- An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young--
- A dirge for her, the doubly dead in that she died so young.
- "Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
- And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her--that she died!
- How _shall_ the ritual, then, be read?--the requiem how be sung
- By you--by yours, the evil eye,--by yours, the slanderous tongue
- That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"
- _Peccavimus;_ but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
- Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong!
- The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
- Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride--
- For her, the fair and _débonnaire_, that now so lowly lies,
- The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
- The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
- "Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,
- But waft the angel on her flight with a pæan of old days!
- Let _no_ bell toll!--lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
- Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth.
- To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven--
- From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven--
- From grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven."
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