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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Sarah Helen (Power) Whitman. (1803–1878)
    Star of resplendent front! Thy glorious eye
Shines on me still from out yon clouded sky.
          Arcturus (To Edgar Allen Poe).
    Tell him I lingered alone on the shore,
Where we parted, in sorrow, to meet nevermore;
The night-wind blew cold on my desolate heart
But colder those wild words of doom,—“Ye must part.”
          Our Island of Dreams.
    The sweet imperious mouth, whose haughty valor
Defied all portents of impending doom.
          The Portrait. (Of Poe.)
    Warm lights are on the sleepy uplands waning
  Beneath dark clouds along the horizon rolled,
Till the slant sunbeams through the fringes raining
  Bathe all the hills in melancholy gold.
          A still Day in Autumn.
    Enchantress of the stormy seas,
Priestess of Night’s high mysteries.
          Moonrise in May.
    The summer skies are darkly blue,
  The days are still and bright,
And Evening trails her robes of gold
  Through the dim halls of Night. 1 
          Summer’s Call.
    Raven from the dim dominions
  On the Night’s Plutonian shore, 2 
Oft I hear thy dusky pinions
  Wave and flutter round my door—
See the shadow of thy pinions
  Float along the moonlit floor.
          The Raven.
Note 1.
Longfellow: I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls. [back]
Note 2.
See Poe: The Raven. [back]