AndbystrangealchemyofbrainHispleasuresalwaysturnedtopain
　　Hisnaivet？towilddesire
　　Hiswittolove-hiswinetofire
　　Andso，beingyounganddiptinfolly，Ifellinlovewithmelancholy，AndusedtothrowmyearthlyrestAndquietallawayinjest
　　IcouldnotloveexceptwhereDeathWasminglinghiswithBeauty’sbreath
　　OrHymen，Time，andDestiny，Werestalkingbetweenherandme。
　　Butnowmysoulhathtoomuchroom
　　Gonearethegloryandthegloom
　　Theblackhathmellow’dintogray，Andallthefiresarefadingaway。
　　Mydraughtofpassionhathbeendeep
　　Irevell’d，andInowwouldsleepAndafterdrunkennessofsoulSucceedsthegloriesofthebowlAnidlelongingnightanddayTodreammyverylifeaway。
　　ButdreamsofthosewhodreamasI，Aspiringly，aredamned，anddie：
　　YetshouldIswearImeanalone，Bynotessoveryshrillyblown，TobreakuponTime’smonotone，WhileyetmyvapidjoyandgriefAretintlessoftheyellowleaf
　　Whynotanimpthegraybeardhath，Willshakehisshadowinmypath
　　Ande’enthegraybeardwillo’erlookConnivinglymydreaming-book。
　　AloneFromchildhood’shourIhavenotbeenAsotherswere-IhavenotseenAsotherssaw-IcouldnotbringMypassionsfromacommonspring-
　　FromthesamesourceIhavenottakenMysorrow-IcouldnotawakenMyhearttojoyatthesametone-
　　AndallIlov’d-_I_lov’dalone-
　　_Then_-inmychildhood-inthedawnOfamoststormylife-wasdrawnFromev’rydepthofgoodandillThemysterywhichbindsmestill-
　　Fromthetorrent，orthefountain-
　　Fromtheredcliffofthemountain-
　　Fromthesunthat’roundmeroll’dInitsautumntintofgold-
　　FromthelightningintheskyAsitpass’dmeflyingby-
　　Fromthethunder，andthestorm-
　　AndthecloudthattooktheformWhentherestofHeavenwasblue
　　Ofademoninmyview-
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　　BENEATHthevine-cladeaves，WhoseshadowsfallbeforeThylowlycottagedoorUnderthelilac’stremulousleaves
　　Withinthysnowyclaspe鑔handThepurpleflowersitbore……
　　Lasteveindreams，Isawtheestand，LikequeenlynymphsfromFairy-land
　　Enchantressoftheflowerywand，MostbeauteousIsadore！
　　AndwhenIbadethedreamUponthyspiritflee，ThyvioleteyestomeUpturned，didoverflowingseemWiththedeep，untolddelightOfLove’sserenity；
　　Thyclassicbrow，likelilieswhiteAndpaleastheImperialNightUponherthrone，withstarsbedight，Enthralledmysoultothee！
　　AhIeverIbeholdThydreamy，passionateeyes，BlueasthelanguidskiesHungwiththesunset’sfringeofgold；
　　Nowstrangelyclearthineimagegrows，AndoldenmemoriesArestartledfromtheirlongreposeLikeshadowsonthesilentsnowsWhensuddenlythenight-windblowsWherequietmoonlightties。
　　Likemusicheardindreams，Likestrainsofharpsunknown，OfbirdsforeverflownAudibleasthevoiceofstreamsThatmurmurinsomeleafydell，Ihearthygentlesttone，AndSilencecomethwithherspellLikethatwhichonmytonguedothdwell，WhentremulousindreamsItellMylovetotheealone！
　　Ineveryvalleyheard，Floatingfromtreetotree，Lessbeautifulto，me，Themusicoftheradiantbird，ThanartlessaccentssuchasthineWhoseechoesneverflee！
　　Ah！howforthysweetvoiceIpine：
　　ForutteredinthytonesbenignEnchantress！thisrudenameofmineDothseemamelodyI
　　INtheserapid，restlessshadows，OnceIwalkedateventide，Whenagentle，silentmaiden，WalkedinbeautyatmysideShealonetherewalkedbesidemeAllinbeauty，likeabride。
　　PallidlythemoonwasshiningOnthedewymeadowsnigh；
　　Onthesilvery，silentrivers，OnthemountainsfarandhighOntheocean’sstar-litwaters，Wherethewindsa-wearydie。
　　Slowly，silentlywewanderedFromtheopencottagedoor，Underneaththeelm’slongbranchesTothepavementbendingo’er；
　　UnderneaththemossywillowAndthedyingsycamore。
　　WiththemyriadstarsinbeautyAllbedight，theheavenswereseen，Radianthopeswerebrightaroundme，Likethelightofstarsserene；
　　LikethemellowmidnightsplendorOftheNight’sirradiatequeen。
　　Audiblytheelm-leaveswhisperedPeaceful，pleasantmelodies，LikethedistantmurmuredmusicOfunquiet，lovelyseas：
　　WhilethewindswerehushedinslumberInthefragrantflowersandtrees。
　　WondrousandunwontedbeautyStilladorningalldidseem，WhileItoldmyloveinfables’Neaththewillowsbythestream；
　　WouldthehearthavekeptunspokenLovethatwasitsrarestdream！
　　InstantlyawaywewanderedIntheshadowytwilighttide，She，thesilent，scornfulmaiden，Walkingcalmlyatmyside，Withastepsereneandstately，Allinbeauty，allinpride。
　　VacantlyIwalkedbesideher。
　　Ontheearthmineeyeswerecast；
　　SwiftandkeentherecameuntomeRittermemoriesofthepastOnme，liketheraininAutumnOnthedeadleaves，coldandfast。
　　Underneaththeelmsweparted，Bythelowlycottagedoor；
　　OnebriefwordalonewasutteredNeveronourlipsbefore；
　　AndawayIwalkedforlornly，Broken-heartedevermore。
　　Slowly，silentlyIloitered，Homeward，inthenight，alone；
　　Suddenanguishboundmyspirit，Thatmyyouthhadneverknown；
　　Wildunrest，likethatwhichcomethWhentheNight’sfirstdreamhathflown。
　　Now，tometheelm-leaveswhisperMad，discordantmelodies，AndkeenmelodieslikeshadowsHauntthemoaningwillowtrees，AndthesycamoreswithlaughterMockmeinthenightlybreeze。
　　SadandpaletheAutumnmoonlightThroughthesighingfoliagestreams；
　　Andeachmorning，midnightshadow，Shadowofmysorrowseems；
　　Strive，0heart，forgetthineidol！
　　And，0soul，forgetthydreams！
　　’TissaidthatwhenThehandsofmenTamedthisprimevalwood，Andhoarytreeswithgroansofwoe，Likewarriorsbyanunknownfoe，Wereintheirstrengthsubdued，ThevirginEarthGaveinstantbirthTospringsthatne’erdidflowThatinthesunDidrivuletsrun，AndallaroundrareflowersdidblowThewildrosepalePerfumedthegaleAndthequeenlylilyadownthedaleWhomthesunandthedewAndthewindsdidwoo，Withthegourdandthegrapeluxuriantgrew。
　　SowhenintearsTheloveofyearsIswastedlikethesnow，AndthefinefibrilsofitslifeBytherudewrongofinstantstrifeArebrokenatablowWithintheheartDospringsupstartOfwhichitdothnowknow，Andstrange，sweetdreams，LikesilentstreamsThatfromnewfountainsoverflow，WiththeearliertideOfriversglideDeepintheheartwhosehopehasdied
　　Quenchingthefiresitsasheshide，
　　Itsashes，whencewillspringandgrowSweetflowers，erelong，Therareandradiantflowersofsong！
　　OfthemanyversesfromtimetotimeascribedtothepenofEdgarPoe，andnotincludedamonghisknownwritings，thelinesentitled“Alone“havethechiefclaimtoournotice。_Fac-simile_copiesofthispiecehadbeeninpossessionofthepresenteditorsometimeprevioustoitspublicationin“Scribner’sMagazine“forSeptember，1875；butasproofsoftheauthorshipclaimedforitwerenotforthcoming，herefrainedfrompublishingitasrequested。Thedesiredproofshavenotyetbeenadduced，andthereis，atpresent，nothingbutinternalevidencetoguideus。“Alone“isstatedtohavebeenwrittenbyPoeinthealbumofaBaltimoreladyMrs。
　　Balderstone？，onMarch17th，1829，andthefac-similegivenin“Scribner’s“sallegedtobeofhishandwriting。IfthecaligraphybePoe’s，itisdifferentinallessentialrespectsfromallthemanyspecimensknowntous，andstronglyresemblesthatofthewriteroftheheadinganddatingofthemanuscript，bothofwhichthecontributorofthepoemacknowledgestohavebeenrecentlyadded。Thelines，however，ifnotbyPoe，arethemostsuccessfulimitationofhisearlymannerismsyetmadepublic，and，intheopinionofonewellqualifiedtospeak，“arenotunworthyonthewholeoftheparentageclaimedforthem。”
　　WhileEdgarPoewaseditorofthe“Broadwayjournal。”somelines“ToIsadore“appearedtherein，and，likeseveralofhisknownpieces，borenosignature。TheywereatonceascribedtoPoe，andinordertosatisfyquestioners，aneditorialparagraphsubsequentlyappearedsayingtheywereby“A。Ide，junior。”Twopreviouspoemshadappearedinthe“Broadwayjournal“overthesignatureof“A。M。Ide。”andwhoeverwrotethemwasalsotheauthorofthelines“ToIsadore。”Inorder，doubtless，togiveashowofvariety，Poewasthenpublishingsomeofhisknownworksinhisjournalover_nomsdeplume，_andasnootherwritingswhatevercanbetracedtoanypersonbearingthenameof“A。M。Ide。”itisnotimpossiblethatthepoemsnowrepublishedinthiscollectionmaybebytheauthorof“TheRaven。”Havingbeenpublishedwithouthisusualelaboraterevision，Poemayhavewishedto_hide_hishastyworkunderanassumedname。Thethreepiecesareincludedinthepresentcollection，sothereadercanjudgeforhimselfwhatpretensionstheypossesstobebytheauthorof“TheRaven。”
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