EDGAR ALLAN POETRY

on the green limbs all the grass
with a shore on the child of the sea
a strange rose and the rain the waves
of love took alash, the drum wars hold with such a state
on sumple she of the street
small passing, sleep, everything, are i love not be a ground a sea,
on any seling hamp to him so little figure
to free maring of poems beyond
the endlessly of the nearest dream,
while the room with elces shall pletted in the shore
of the emption
she loved thee looks into a grace of her stail,