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3.
1
The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds
Are lips — and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words —
2
Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrin'd
Then desolately fall,
O! God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall —
3
Thy heart — thy heart! — I wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of the truth that gold can never buy —
Of the baubles that it may.
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Notes:
This version presents the text with all of Poe's indicated changes having been made. For a detailed analysis of the changes made in this version, see the study text.
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