stanzas

• bir edgar allan poe şiiri ola beri gele.
  
  1
  in youth have i known one with whom the earth
  in secret communing held-as he with it,
  in daylight,and in beautyfrom his birth:
  whose fervid,flickeringtorch of life was lit
  from the sun and stars,whence he had drawn forth
  a passionate light-such for his spirit was fit-
  and yet that spirit knew not,in the hour
  of its own ferwour,what had o'erit power.
  
  2
  perhapsit may be that my mind is wrought
  to afever by the moonbeam that hangs to'er,
  but i will half believe that wild light fraught
  with more of sovereignity than ancient lore
  hath ever told-or is it of a thought
  the unembodied essence,and no more,
  that with a quickening spell doth o'er us pass
  as dew of the night-time o'er the summer grass?
  
  3
  doth o'er us pass,when,as th' expending eye
  to the loved object-so the tear of the lid
  will start,which lately slept in apathy?
  and yet it need not be-(that object) hid
  from us in life-but common-which doth lie
  each hour before us-but then only, bid
  with a strange sound,as of a harp-string broken,
  to awake us-'tis a symbol and a token
  
  4
  of what in other worlds shall be-and given
  in beauty by our god,to those alone
  who otherwise would fall from life and heaven
  drawn by their heart's passion,and that tone,
  that high tone of the spirit which hath striven
  tho' not with faith-with godliness-whose throne
  with desperate energy 't hath beaten down;
  wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.