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"On this home by Horror haunted." _R. Staudenbaur._
"'Tell me truly, I implore--
Is there--_is_ there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!'"
_W. Zimmermann._
"'Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore.'"
_F.S. King._
"'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting."
_W. Zimmermann._
"'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!'"
_Robert Hoskin._
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!"
_R.G. Tietze._
The secret of the Sphinx. _R. Staudenbaur._
COMMENT ON THE POEM.
The secret of a poem, no less than a jest's prosperity, lies in the ear of
him that hears it. Yield to its spell, accept the poet's mood: this, after
all, is what the sages answer when you ask them of its value. Even though
the poet himself, in his other mood, tell you that his art is but sleight
of hand, his food enchanter's food, and offer to show you the trick of
it,--believe him not.
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