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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe

The Haunted Palace

       In the greenest of our valleys
         By good angels tenanted,
       Once a fair and stately palace-
         Radiant palace- reared its head.
       In the monarch Thought's dominion-
         It stood there!
       Never seraph spread a pinion
         Over fabric half so fair!

       Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
         On its roof did float and flow,
       (This- all this- was in the olden
         Time long ago,)
       And every gentle air that dallied,
         In that sweet day,
       Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
         A winged odor went away.

       Wanderers in that happy valley,
         Through two luminous windows, saw
       Spirits moving musically,
         To a lute's well-tuned law,
       Round about a throne where, sitting
       In state his glory well-befitting,
         The ruler of the realm was seen.

       And all with pearl and ruby glowing
         Was the fair palace door,
       Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
         And sparkling evermore,
       A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
         Was but to sing,
       In voices of surpassing beauty,
         The wit and wisdom of their king.

       But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
         Assailed the monarch's high estate.
       (Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow
         Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
       And round about his home the glory
         That blushed and bloomed,
       Is but a dim-remembered story
         Of the old time entombed.

       And travellers, now, within that valley,
         Through the red-litten windows see
       Vast forms, that move fantastically
         To a discordant melody,
       While, like a ghastly rapid river,
         Through the pale door
       A hideous throng rush out forever
         And laugh- but smile no more.

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