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Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) Annabel Lee 1It was many and many a year ago, 2 In a kingdom by the sea, 3That a maiden there lived whom you may know 4 By the name of Annabel Lee;-- 5And this maiden she lived with no other thought 6 Than to love and be loved by me. 7I was a child and she was a child, 8 In this kingdom by the sea; 9But we loved with a love that was more than love-- 10 I and my Annabel Lee-- 11With a love that the wingéd seraphs in Heaven 12 Coveted her and me. 13And this was the reason that, long ago, 14 In this kingdom by the sea, 15A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling 16 My beautiful Annabel Lee; 17So that her high-born kinsmen came 18 And bore her away from me, 19To shut her up in a sepulchre, 20 In this kingdom by the sea. 21The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, 22 Went envying her and me-- 23Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know, 24 In this kingdom by the sea) 25That the wind came out of the cloud by night, 26 Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. 27But our love it was stronger by far than the love 28 Of those who were older than we-- 29 Of many far wiser than we-- 30And neither the angels in Heaven above, 31 Nor the demons down under the sea, 32Can ever dissever my soul from the soul 33 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:-- 34For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams 35 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 36And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes 37 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:-- 38And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side 39Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride, 40 In her sepulchre there by the sea-- 41 In her tomb by the sounding sea.

What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell, What thou lovest well is thy true heritage What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee (EZRA POUND, PISAN CANTOS, LXXXI)

Marianne Moore (1887-1972) Silence 1My father used to say, 2"Superior people never make long visits, 3have to be shown Longfellow's grave 4nor the glass flowers at Harvard. 5Self reliant like the cat -- 6that takes its prey to privacy, 7the mouse's limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth -- 8they sometimes enjoy solitude, 9and can be robbed of speech 10by speech which has delighted them. 11The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; 12not in silence, but restraint." 13Nor was he insincere in saying, "`Make my house your inn'." 14Inns are not residences.