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Romance by Edgar Allan Poe
Unless it trembled
with lyre and rhyme
With tumult as they thunder by
Romance who loves
To nod and sing
I have no time for idle cares
With drowsy head
And folded wing
To while away - forbidden things
Through gazing on
Among the green leaves
As they shake
the unquiet sky
Far down within
some shadowy lake
with the strings
My heart would feel
And when an hour
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been a most familiar bird
with calmer wings
Taught me my alphabet to say
To lisp my very earliest word
to be a crime
Its down upon my spirit flings
While in the wild wood I did lie
A child with a most knowing eye
That little time
Of late eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
