The poetical works of Edgar Allan Poe, with original memoir. Illustrated by F. R. Pickersgill, R.A., John Tenniel, Birket Foster, Felix Darlay [and others]

TO HELEN.
All-all expired save thee —save less than thou:
Save only the divine light in thine eyesSave but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.
I saw but them-they were the world to me.
I saw but them-saw only them for hoursSaw only them until the moon went down.
What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten
Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!
How dark a woe! yet how sublime a hope!
How silently serene a sea of pride!
How daring an ambition! yet how deepHow fathomless a capacity for love!
~ L UT now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
~]. Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
bAnd thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees
Didst glide away. Only thiene eyes remained.
They would not go-they never yet have gone.
Lighting my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since.
They follow me-they lead me through the years.
They are my ministers-yet I their slave.
Their office is to illumine and enkindlleMy duty, to be saved by their bright light,
And purified in their electric fire,
And sanctified in their elysian fire.
They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope),
And are far up in heaven —the stars I kneel to
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