. a dark unfathomed tide of interminable pride. a mystery and a dream should my early life seem.. I say that dream was fraught with a wild an walking thought of beings that have been. which my spirit hes not seen had to let them pass me by. with a dreamy eye! let none of earth inherit that vision of my spirit, those thoughts I would control , as a spell upon his soul , for that bright hope at last and that light time have passed , and my worldly rest hath gone with a sigh as it passed on. I care not thought it perish with a thought I than did cherish....by edgar allen poe
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 05:59:59 +0000
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