Wednesday, January 17, 2007

 

 

A une inconnue,

 

 

Song

 

I saw thee on thy bridal day_
When a burning blush came o’er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee:

And in time eye a kindling light
(Whatever it might be)
Was all on Earth my aching sight
Of Loveliness could see.

That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame_
As such it well may pass_
Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame
In the breast of him, alas!

Who saw thee on that bridal day,
When that deep blush WOULD come o’er thee,
Though happiness around thee lay,
The world all love before thee.

 

Edgar Allan Poe

 

 

 

 

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