Edgar Allan Poe Poems of Youth

Daguerreotype of Edgar Allan Poe, known as the “Annie” Daguerreotype

A DREAM POEM by Edgar Allan Poe In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed— But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon […]

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DREAMS POEM by Edgar Allan Poe Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, ‘Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath […]

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To Margaret Poem by Edgar Allan Poe Who hath seduced thee to this foul revolt : Milton Par. Lost. Bk. I From the pure well of Beauty undefiled? : Somebody So banished from true wisdom to prefer : Cowper’s Task, Book I Such squalid wit to honourable rhyme? To write? To scribble? Nonsense and no […]

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Hymn to Aristogeiton and Harmodius Poem by Edgar Allan Poe Hymn (translation from the Greek I Wreathed in myrtle, my sword I’ll conceal, Like those champions devoted and brave, When they plunged in the tyrant their steel, And to Athens deliverance gave. II Beloved heroes! your deathless souls roam In the joy breathing isles of […]

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THE HAPPIEST DAY, THE HAPPIEST HOUR POEM by Edgar Allan Poe The happiest day—the happiest hour My sear’d and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown. Of power! said I? yes! such I ween; But they have vanish’d long, alas! The visions of my youth have been— […]

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EVENING STAR POEM by Edgar Allan Poe ‘Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars in their orbits, Shone pale, thro’ the light Of the brighter, cold moon, ‘Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold—too cold for me— […]

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Imitation Poem by Edgar Allan Poe A dark unfathomed tide Of interminable pride— A mystery, and a dream, Should my early life seem; I say that dream was fraught With a wild and waking thought Of beings that have been, Which my spirit hath not seen, Had I let them pass me by, With a […]

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To Octavia Poem by Edgar Allan Poe When wit, and wine, and friends have met And laughter crowns the festive hour In vain I struggle to forget Still does my heart confess thy power And fondly turn to thee! But Octavia, do not strive to rob My heart of all that soothes its pain The […]

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STANZAS POEM by Edgar Allan Poe How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature’s universal throne; Her woods—her wilds—her mountains—the intense Reply of hers to our intelligence! [Byron, The Island.] 1 In youth have I known one with whom the Earth In secret communing held—as he with it, In daylight, and in beauty […]

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SPIRITS OF THE DEAD POEM by Edgar Allan Poe Thy soul shall find itself alone ‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness—for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before […]

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SONG POEM by Edgar Allan Poe I saw thee on thy bridal day— When a burning blush came o’er thee, Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee: And in thine eye a kindling light (Whatever it might be) Was all on Earth my aching sight Of Loveliness could see. That blush, […]

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To Miss Louise Olivia Hunter Poem by Edgar Allan Poe Though I turn, I fly not — I cannot depart; I would try, but try not To release my heart. And my hopes are dying While, on dreams relying, I am spelled by art. Thus, the bright snake coiling [‘]Neath the forest tree Wins the […]

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