Poetry Friday: Edgar Allan Poe

I loved reading Poe as a child.  Today I found one appropriate for Hallowe’en on Monday:

The Haunted Palace published in 1939

In the greenest of our valleys
   By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
   Radiant palace- reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion-
   It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
   Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
   On its roof did float and flow,
(This- all this- was in the olden
   Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
   In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
   A winged odor went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,
   Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
   To a lute’s well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
   (Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well-befitting,
   The ruler of the realm was seen.

Read the rest HERE.

It is thought that Poe created this word Porphyrogene from porphyrogenite.
(A Byzantine emperor’s son born in the purple or porphyry room assigned to empresses, hence a prince born after his father’s accession; a person born into the nobility.)  ( Thanks to Poe Stories.com)

Friday Poetry is rounded up at Random Noodling.

Happy Reading.

MsMac

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