The Sleeper

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 valley. The...

Lenore

by Edgar Allan Poe Illustrated by Edmund Dulac 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 nevermore! See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore! Come! let the...

Sonnet—Silence

by Edgar Allan Poe Illustrated by Edmund Dulac There are some qualities—some incorporate things,     That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs     From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. There is a two-fold Silence—sea and...

Annabel Lee

by Edgar Allan Poe Illustrated by Edmund Dulac It was many and many a year ago,     In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know     By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought     Than to love and be loved by me. I was a...

The Raven

by Edgar Allan Poe Illustrated by Edmund Dulac Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ‘’Tis...

To One in Paradise

by Edgar Allan Poe Illustrated by Edmund Dulac THOU wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine— A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst...

The Bells

by Edgar Allan Poe Illustrated by Edmund Dulac I. HEAR the sledges with the bells— Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline...

Alone

by Edgar Allan Poe Illustrated by Edmund Dulac 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 the same tone; And all I...