A Song for Edgar, Bless His Heart

A Cento upon the verse of Edgar Allan Poe, by Yours Truly, because I love Poe, and I learned a new word during National Poetry Month.

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Beloved! amid the earnest woes
Of weary pilgrimage and burning thirst,
Deliriously sweet was dropped down from Heaven
The loveliness of loving well.

Roaming the forest and the wild,
From ev’ry depth of good and ill,
With many a muttered, “Hope to be forgiven,”
We grew in age and love together.

At morn – at noon – at twilight dim –
In visions of the dark night,
On the earth mine eyes were cast
Again – again – again –

All Nature speaks, and ev’n ideal things –
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope)
And I am happy now.

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Poems used:

To F——
The Coliseum
Al Aaraaf
Tamerlane

Tamerlane
Alone
Al Aaraaf
Tamerlane

Fairy Land
A Dream
The Village Street
Fairy Land

Al Aaraaf
The City in the Sea
To Helen (I saw thee once – once only – years ago)
Bridal Ballad

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A note on the phrase "Bless His Heart"

Some people are under the mistaken impression that we Southerners only use this phrase when we are being sarcastic.  Dear Reader, I assure you this is not the case -- it has a dozen uses, at least, most of them positive and sincere, otherwise the phrase would be useless to us as sarcasm.  In the title I am being perfectly sincere.  I love Poe, and I wish he'd had a happy life.