I'm in need of posting poetry. So here's some good 'ole Edgar Allan Poe. There's nothing better than reading Poe on a gorgeous day like today. Granted, Poe's good at any point in time. But he's almost better on nice days than gloomy days. So, with no further adieu, here's "Serenade", which I read for the first time ever today. Fun stuff.


So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the ev'n with lute.
At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies:
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a second love.
Within the valleys dim and brown,
Andon the spectral mountain's crown,
The wearied light is dying down,
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep as I,
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O list,--so soft and low
They lover's voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the music of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our souls--O God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.





- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 9:11 PM