Long considered the master of the macabre, today we study Edgar Allan Poe. The poems that come to mind easily regarding Poe are “The Raven”, “Annabel Lee”, “Alone”, to name a few. Yet, he even laced his love poems with a pall of darkness lurking in the shadows. Along with his short stories, Poe had amassed a strong portfolio in his writing life. Here in his veiled attempt a love is “Romance” by Edgar Allan Poe.
Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.