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Imitation | Poems by Edgar Allan Poe · Ririro.com - Poetry

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Speaker 1: A dark, unfathomed tide of interminable pride, a mystery, and
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Speaker 1: a dream should my early life seem. I say that
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Speaker 1: dream was fraught with a wild and waking thought of
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Speaker 1: beings that have been, which my spirit hath not seen,
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Speaker 1: had I let them pass me by with a dreaming eye,
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Speaker 1: Let none of earth inherit that vision on my spirit,
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Speaker 1: whose thoughts I would control as a spell upon my soul.
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Speaker 1: For that bright hope at last, and that light time
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Speaker 1: have passed, and my worldly rest hath gone. With a
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Speaker 1: sigh as it passed on, I care not though it perish.
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Speaker 1: With a thought I then did Cherish eighteen twenty seven