Into　the　univeral　valley。
  The　rosemary　nods　upon　the　grave；
  The　lily　lolls　upon　the　wave；
  Wrapping　the　fog　about　its　breast；
  The　ruin　moulders　into　rest；
  Looking　like　Lethe；　see！　the　lake
  A　conscious　slumber　seems　to　take；
  And　would　not；　for　the　world；　awake。
  All　Beauty　sleeps！　　and　lo！　where　lies
  （Her　easement　open　to　the　skies）
  Irene；　with　her　Destinies！
  Oh；　lady　bright！　can　it　be　right
  This　window　open　to　the　night？
  The　wanton　airs；　from　the　tree…top；
  Laughingly　through　the　lattice　drop
  The　bodiless　airs；　a　wizard　rout；
  Flit　through　thy　chamber　in　and　out；
  And　wave　the　curtain　canopy
  So　fitfully　　so　fearfully
  Above　the　closed　and　fringed　lid
  'Neath　which　thy　slumb'ring　sould　lies　hid；
  That　o'er　the　floor　and　down　the　wall；
  Like　ghosts　the　shadows　rise　and　fall！
  Oh；　lady　dear；　hast　thous　no　fear？
  Why　and　what　art　thou　dreaming　here？
  Sure　thou　art　come　p'er　far…off　seas；
  A　wonder　to　these　garden　trees！
  Strange　is　thy　pallor！　strange　thy　dress！
  Strange；　above　all；　thy　length　of　tress；
  And　this　all　solemn　silentness！
  The　lady　sleeps！　Oh；　may　her　sleep；
  Which　is　enduring；　so　be　deep！
  Heaven　have　her　in　its　sacred　keep！
  This　chamber　changed　for　one　more　holy；
  This　bed　for　one　more　melancholy；
  I　pray　to　God　that　she　may　lie
  Forever　with　unopened　eye；
  While　the　dim　sheeted　ghosts　go　by！
  My　love；　she　sleeps！　Oh；　may　her　sleep；
  As　it　is　lasting；　so　be　deep！
  Soft　may　the　worms　about　her　creep！
  Far　in　the　forest；　dim　and　old；
  For　her　may　some　tall　vault　unfold
  Some　vault　that　oft　hath　flung　its　black
  And　winged　pannels　fluttering　back；
  Triumphant；　o'er　the　crested　palls；
  Of　her　grand　family　funerals
  Some　sepulchre；　remote；　alone；
  Against　whose　portal　she　hath　thrown；
  In　childhood；　many　an　idle　stone
  Some　tomb　fromout　whose　sounding　door
  She　ne'er　shall　force　an　echo　more；
  Thrilling　to　think；　poor　child　of　sin！
  It　was　the　dead　who　groaned　within。
  1845。
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  BRIDAL　BALLAD。
  THE　ring　is　on　my　hand；
  And　the　wreath　is　on　my　brow；
  Satins　and　jewels　grand
  Are　all　at　my　command；
  And　I　am　happy　now。
  And　my　lord　he　loves　me　well；
  But；　when　first　he　breathed　his　vow；
  I　felt　my　bosom　swell　…
  For　the　words　rang　as　a　knell；
  And　the　voice　seemed　_his_　who　fell
  In　the　battle　down　the　dell；
  And　who　is　happy　now。
  But　he　spoke　to　re…asure　me；
  And　he　kissed　my　pallid　brow；
  While　a　reverie　came　o're　me；
  And　to　the　church…yard　bore　me；
  And　I　sighed　to　him　before　me；
  Thinking　him　dead　D'Elormie；
  〃Oh；　I　am　happy　now！〃
  And　thus　the　words　were　spoken；
  And　this　the　plighted　vow；
  And；　though　my　faith　be　broken；
  And；　though　my　heart　be　broken；
  Behold　the　golden　token
  That　_proves_　me　happy　now！
  Would　God　I　could　awaken！
  For　I　dream　I　know　not　how；
  And　my　soul　is　sorely　shaken
  Lest　an　evil　step　be　taken；　…
  Lest　the　dead　who　is　forsaken
  May　not　be　happy　now。
  1845。
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  NOTES
  1。　〃The　Raven〃　was　first　published　on　the　29th　January；　1845；　in　the　New
  York　〃Evening　Mirror〃…a　paper　its　author　was　then　assistant　editor　of。　It
  was　prefaced　by　the　following　words；　understood　to　have　been　written　by　N。
  P。　Willis：〃We　are　permitted　to　copy　（in　advance　of　publication）　from　the
  second　number　of　the　〃American　Review；〃　the　following　remarkable　poem　by
  Edgar　Poe。　In　our　opinion；　it　is　the　most　effective　single　example　of
  'fugitive　poetry'　ever　published　in　this　country；　and　unsurpassed　in
  English　poetry　for　subtle　conception；　masterly　ingenuity　of　versification；
  and　consistent　sustaining　of　imaginative　lift　and　'pokerishness。'　It　is
  one　of　those　'dainties　bred　in　a　book'　which　we　feed　on。　It　will　stick　to
  the　memory　of　everybody　who　reads　it。〃　In　the　February　number　of　the
  〃American　Review〃　the　poem　was　published　as　by　〃Quarles；〃　and　it　was
  introduced　by　the　following　note；　evidently　suggested　if　not　written　by
  Poe　himself。
  ＇〃The　following　lines　from　a　correspondent…besides　the　deep；　quaint　strain
  of　the　sentiment；　and　the　curious　introduction　of　some　ludicrous　touches
  amidst　the　serious　and　impressive；　as　was　doubtless　intended　by　the
  author…appears　to　us　one　of　the　most　felicitous　specimens　of　unique
  rhyming　which　has　for　some　time　met　our　eye。　The　resources　of　English
  rhythm　for　varieties　of　melody；　measure；　and　sound；　producing
  corresponding　diversities　of　effect；　having　been　thoroughly　studied；　much
  more　perceived；　by　very　few　poets　in　the　language。　While　the　classic
  tongues；　especially　the　Greek；　possess；　by　power　of　accent；　several
  advantages　for　versification　over　our　own；　chiefly　through　greater
  abundance　of　spondaic：　feet；　we　have　other　and　very　great　advantages　of
  sound　by　the　modern　usage　of　rhyme。　Alliteration　is　nearly　the　only　effect
  of　that　kind　which　the　ancients　had　in　common　with　us。　It　will　be　seen
  that　much　of　the　melody　of　'The　Raven'　arises　from　alliteration；　and　the
  studious　use　of　similar　sounds　in　unusual　places。　In　regard　to　its
  measure；　it　may　be　noted　that　if　all　the　verses　were　like　the　second；　they
  might　properly　be　placed　merely　in　short　lines；　producing　a　not　uncommon
  form；　but　the　presence　in　all　the　others　of　one　line…mostly　the　second　in
  the　verse〃　（stanza？）　〃which　flows　continuously；　with　only　an　aspirate
  pause　in　the　middle；　like　that　before　the　short　line　in　the　Sapphic
  Adonic；　while　the　fifth　has　at　the　middle　pause　no　similarity　of　sound
  with　any　part　besides；　gives　the　versification　an　entirely　different
  effect。　We　could　wish　the　capacities　of　our　noble　language　in　prosody　were
  better　understood。〃　ED。　〃Am。　Rev。〃
  2。　The　bibliographical　history　of　〃The　Bells〃　is　curious。　The　subject；　and
  some　lines　of　the　original　version；　having　been　suggested　by　the　poet's
  friend；　Mrs。　Shew；　Poe；　when　he　wrote　out　the　first　draft　of　the　poem；
  headed　it；　〃The　Bells；　By　Mrs。　M。　A。　Shew。〃　This　draft；　now　the　editor's
  property；　consists　of　only　seventeen　lines；　and　read　thus：
  I。
  The　bells！…ah；　the　bells！
  The　little　silver　bells！
  How　fairy…like　a　melody　there　floats
  From　their　throats
  From　their　merry　little　throats
  From　the　silver；　tinkling　throats
  Of　the　bells；　bells；　bells
  Of　the　bells！
  II。
  The　bells！…ah；　the　bells　！
  The　heavy　iron　bells！
  How　horrible　a　monody　there　floats
  From　their　throats
  From　their　deep…toned　throats
  From　their　melancholy　throats！
  How　I　shudder　at　the　notes　Of　the　bells；　bells；　bells
  Of　the　bells　！
  In　the　autumn　of　1848　Poe　added　another　line　to　this　poem；　and　sent　it　to
  the　editor　of　the　〃Union　Magazine。〃　It　was　not　published。　So；　in　the
  following　February；　the　poet　forwarded　to　the　same　periodical　a　much
  enlarged　and　altered　transcript。　Three　months　having　elapsed　without
  publication；　another　revision　of　the　poem；　similar　to　the　current　version；
  was　sent；　and　in　the　following　October　was　published　in　the　〃Union
  Magazine。〃
  3。　This　poem　was　first　published　in　Colton's　〃American　Review〃　for
  December；　1847；　as　〃To　…　Ulalume：　a　Ballad。〃　Being　reprinted　immediately
  in　the　〃Home　Journal；〃　it　was　copied　into　various　publications　with　the
  name　of　the　editor；　N。　P。　Willis；　appended；　and　was　ascribed　to　him。　When
  first　published；　it　contained　the　following　additional　stanza　which　Poe
  subsequently；　at　the　suggestion　of　Mrs。　Whitman；　wisely　suppressed：
  Said　we　then…we　two；　tben…〃Ah；　can　it
  Have　been　that　the　woodlandish　ghouls
  The　pitiful；　the　merciful　ghouls
  To　bar　up　our　path　and　to　ban　it
  From　the　secret　that　lies　in　these　wolds
  Had　drawn　up　the　spectre　of　a　planet
  From　the　limbo　of　lunary　souls
  This　sinfully　scintillant　planet
  From　the　Hell　of　the　planetary　souls？〃
  4。　〃To　Helen！'　（Mrs。　S。　Helen　Whitman）　was　not　published　until　November；
  1848；　although　written　several　months　earlier。　It　first　appeared　in　the
  〃Union　Magazine；〃　and　with　the　omission；　contrary　to　the　knowledge　or
  desire　of　Poe；　of　the　line；　〃Oh；　Godl　oh；　Heaven…how　my　heart　beats　in
  coupling　those　two　words。〃
  5。　〃Annabel　Lee〃　was　written　early　in　1849；　and　is　evidently　an　expression
  of　the　poet's　undying　love　for　his　deceased　bride；　although　at　least　one
  of　his　lady　admirers　deemed　it　a　response　to　her　admiration。　Poe　sent　a
  copy　of　the　ballad　to　the　〃Union　Magazine；〃　in　which　publication　it
  appeared　in　January；　1850；　three　months　after　the　author's　death。　While
  suffering　from　〃hope　deferred〃　as　to　its　fate；　Poe　presented　a　copy　of
  〃Annabel　Lee〃　to　the　editor　of　the　〃Southern　Literary　Messenger；〃　who
  published　it　in　the　November　number　of　his　periodical；　a　month　after　Poe's
  death。　In　the　meantime　the　poet's　own　copy；　left　among　his　papers；　passed
  into　the　hands　of　the　person　engaged　to　edit　his　works；　and　he　quoted　the
  poem　in　an　obituary　of　Poe；　in　the　New　York　〃Tribune；〃　before　any　one　else
  had　an　opportunity　of　publishing　it。
  6。　〃A　Valentine；〃　one　of　three　poems　addressed　to　Mrs。　Osgood；　appears　to
  have　been　written　early　in　1846。
  7。　〃An　Enigma；〃　addressed　to　Mrs。　Sarah　Anna　Lewis　（〃Stella〃）；　was　sent　to
  that　lady　in　a　letter；　in　November；　1847；　and　the　following　March　appeared
  in　Sartain's　〃Union　Magazine。〃
  8。　The　sonnet；　〃To　My　Mother〃　（Maria　Clemm）；　was　sent　for　publication　to
  the　short…lived　〃Flag　of　our　Union；〃　early　in　1849；'