Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-
Of all to whom thine absence is the night-
The blotting utterly from out high heaven
The sacred sun-of all who, weeping, bless thee
Hourly for hope-for life-ah, above all,
For the resurrection of deep buried faith
In truth, in virtue, in humanity-
Of all who, on despair's unhallowed bed
Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen
At thy soft-murmured words, “Let there be light!”
At thy soft-murmured words that were fulfilled
In thy seraphic glancing of thine eyes-
Of all who owe thee most, whose gratitude
Nearest resembles worship,-oh, remember
The truest, the most fervently devoted,
And think that these weak lines are written by him-
By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think
His spirit is communing with an angel's.
To Marie Louise (shew)
Edgar Allan Poe
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