Posted on Jan 17, 2011 in Edgar Allan Poe
, Edmund Dulac
by Edgar Allan Poe
Illustrated by Edmund Dulac
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal...