Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “The Haunted Palace” (Comparative Text - BGM and TGA)

 

Stanza: I.

 

Line-01-001 In the greenest of our valleys,

Line-01-002 [[indent]] By good angels tenanted,

Line-01-003 Once a fair and stately palace —

Line-01-004 [[indent]] Snow-white palace — reared its head.

Line-01-005 In the monarch Thought's dominion —

Line-01-006 [[indent]] It stood there!

Line-01-007 Never seraph spread a pinion

Line-01-008 [[indent]] Over fabric half so fair.

 

Stanza: II.

 

Line-01-009 Banners yellow, glorious, golden,

Line-01-010 [[indent]] On its roof did float and flow;

Line-01-011 (This — all this — was in the olden

Line-01-012 [[indent]] Time long ago)

Line-01-013 And every gentle air that dallied,

Line-01-014 [[indent]] In that sweet day,

Line-01-015 Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,

Line-01-016 [[indent]] A winged odor went away.

 

Stanza: III.

 

Line-01-017 Wanderers in that happy valley

Line-01-018 [[indent]] Through two luminous windows saw

Line-01-019 Spirits moving musically

Line-01-020 [[indent]] To a lute's well-tunéd law,

Line-01-021 Round about a throne, where sitting

Line-01-022 [[indent]] (Porphyrogene!)

Line-01-023 In state his glory well befitting,

Line-01-024 [[indent]] The sovereign of the realm was seen.

 

Stanza: IV.

 

Line-01-025 And all with pearl and ruby glowing

Line-01-026 [[indent]] Was the fair palace door,

Line-01-027 Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,

Line-01-028 [[indent]] And sparkling evermore,

Line-01-029 A troop of Echoes whose {{1839-01: sole //1840-02: sweet }} duty

Line-01-030 [[indent]] Was but to sing,

Line-01-031 In voices of surpassing beauty,

Line-01-032 [[indent]] The wit and wisdom of their king.

 

Stanza: V.

 

Line-01-033 But evil things, in robes of sorrow,

Line-01-034 [[indent]] Assailed the monarch's high estate;

Line-01-035 (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow

Line-01-036 [[indent]] Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)

Line-01-037 And, round about his home, the glory

Line-01-038 [[indent]] That blushed and bloomed

Line-01-039 Is but a dim-remembered story

Line-01-040 [[indent]] Of the old time entombed.

 

Stanza: VI.

 

Line-01-041 And travellers now within that valley,

Line-01-042 [[indent]] Through the red-litten windows, see

Line-01-043 Vast forms that move fantastically

Line-01-044 [[indent]] To a discordant melody;

Line-01-045 While, like a rapid ghastly river,

Line-01-046 [[indent]] Through the pale door,

Line-01-047 A hideous throng rush out forever,

Line-01-048 [[indent]] And laugh — but smile no more.