Edgar Allan Poe Poem

In Youth I have Known One

Please log in or register to do it.

How often we forget all time, when lone

Admiring Nature’s universal throne;

Her woods – her winds – her mountains – the intense

Reply of Hers to Our intelligence!




In youth I have known one with whom the Earth

In secret communing held – as he with it,

In daylight, and in beauty, from his birth:

Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit

From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth

A passionate light – such for his spirit was fit –

And yet that spirit knew – not in the hour

Of its own fervour – what had o’er it power.




Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought

To a fever by the moonbeam that hangs o’er,

But I will half believe that wild light fraught

With more of sovereignty than ancient lore

Hath ever told – or is it of a thought

The unembodied essence, and no more

That with a quickening spell doth o’er us pass

As dew of the night time, o’er the summer grass?




Doth o’er us pass, when as th’ expanding eye

To the loved object – so the tear to the lid

Will start, which lately slept in apathy?

And yet it need not be – (that object) hid

From us in life – but common – which doth lie

Each hour before us – but then only bid

With a strange sound, as of a harpstring broken

T’ awake us – ‘Tis a symbol and a token –




Of what in other worlds shall be – and given

In beauty by our God, to those alone

Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven

Drawn by their heart’s passion, and that tone,

That high tone of the spirit which hath striven

Though not with Faith – with godliness – whose throne

With desperate energy ‘t hath beaten down;

Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.

In the Greenest of our Valleys


Already reacted for this post.

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *