Poem, partial

[TristanEugene]

This is stuck in my memory. I can't remember where it came from. anyone know?

Though I turn, I fly not. I cannot depart.
Thus on dreams relying, I am spelled by art.
Like the bright snake coiling, 'neath the forest tree,
wins the bird beguiling to come down to see.
Like the bird the lover,'round his fate will hover, 'till the blow is over,
and he sinks.
Like me.

 

[theognis]

Edgar Allan Poe

This is stuck in my memory. I can't remember where it came from. anyone know?

Though I turn, I fly not. I cannot depart.
Thus on dreams relying, I am spelled by art.
Like the bright snake coiling, 'neath the forest tree,
wins the bird beguiling to come down to see.
Like the bird the lover,'round his fate will hover, 'till the blow is over,
and he sinks.
Like me.

To Miss Louise Olivia Hunter.

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.

February 14.

 

[SeattleRain]

Edgar Allan Poe

 

[TristanEugene]

That's it! Wow! I haven't seen that in a long time!

Thank you!

I'm gonna run it down.

 

[twelveoone]

That's it! Wow! I haven't seen that in a long time!

Thank you!

I'm gonna run it down.

easy enough, google

 

[butters]

welcome to the forum, TristanEugene

google is your friend *nods*

 

[TristanEugene]

Thank you for the warm welcome.

The spookiest story of all time for me is- The tell tale heart. First heard it as a child and it is indelible in my mind.