Edgar Allan Poe. To__ ("Should my early life seem...")


Should my early life seem,
(As well it might,) a dream -
Yet I build no faith upon
The king Napoleon -
I look not up afar
For my destiny in a star:


In parting from you now
Thus much I will avow -
There are beings, and have been
Whom my spirit had not seen
Had I let them pass me by
With a dreaming eye -
If my peace hath fled away
In a night - or in a day -
In a vision - or in none -
Is it therefore the less gone? -


I am standing 'mid the roar
Of a weather-beaten shore,
And I hold within my hand
Some particles of sand -
How few! and how they creep
Thro' my fingers to the deep!
My early hopes? no - they
Went gloriously away,
Like lightning from the sky
At once - and so will I.


So young? ah! no - not now -
Thou hast not seen my brow,
But they tell thee I am proud -
They lie - they lie aloud -
My bosom beats with shame
At the paltriness of name
With which they dare combine
A feeling such as mine -
Nor Stoic? I am not:
In the terror of my lot
I laugh to think how poor
That pleasure "to endure!"
What! shade of Zeno! - I!
Endure! - no - no - defy.