Edgar Allan Poe: Poems of Edgar Allan Poe


THOU wouldst be loved? - then let thy heart
    From its present pathway part not!
Being everything which now thou art,
    Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,
    Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise,
    And love - a simple duty.


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