Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been- a most familiar bird-
Taught me my alphabet to say-
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child- with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings-
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away- forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

by Edgar Allan Poe

Comments (6)

The best I've read from you thus far, Melissa. Demonstrates a high level of maturity and wisdom.
Really, really, really great poem, great flow, and really good idea! kev
Melissa - a wonderful poem and a lovely flow of language. I lookd forward to reading more of your poems Terry
God didnt promise Days without Pain Laughter without Sorrow and Sun without Rain But He did promise Stregnth for the Day Comfort for the Tears and Light for the Way.. Hi you make a good poem, with great visions and shadow of life, wish for best
Realy it is great poem from any asspect, i can't say nothing more.keep it up!
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