Poem: “The Haunted Palace” by Edgar Allan Poe

Meant to post this but kept on forgetting. Jan. 19th was Edgar Allan Poe’s birthday.

Poem: “The Haunted Palace”
by Edgar Allan Poe, an excerpt from The Fall of the House of Usher.

The Haunted Palace

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 wing¨¨d 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
In state his glory well befitting,
  The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
  Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
  And sparkling evermore,
A troop of echoes, whose sweet duty
  Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
  The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
  Assailed the monarch’s high estate
(Ah! let us mourn, for never morrow
  Shall dawn upon him, desolate);
And round about his home the glory
  That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
  Of the old time entombed.

And travellers, now, within that valley,
  Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms that move fantastically
  To a discordant melody;
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
  Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever,
  And laugh – but smile no more.

-Via The Writer’s Almanac