Edgar Allan Poe

Here you will find the Poem Romance of poet Edgar Allan Poe


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.