Edgar Allen Poe is my favorite poet. People say he was crazy which i dont doubt, but that is part of what made him brilliant in my eyes. This is one of my favorite poems.
Though i turn, I fly not-
I cannot depart;
I would try, but try not
To release my heart.
And my hopes are dying.
While, on dreams relying,
I am spelled by art.
Thus, the bright snake coiling.
'Neath the forest tree
Wins the bird, beguiling,
To come down and see:
Like that bird the lover
Round his fate will hover
Till the blow is over
And he sinks-
Like me.
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