Tamerlane — section XXIV
Edgar Allan Poe
Poems, New York: Elam Bliss, pp. 123–124.
Excerpt from the end of Tamerlane. Reading transcription only; an original 1831 scan was not acquired.
If my peace hath flown away In a night — or in a day — In a vision — or in none — Is it, therefore, the less gone? I was standing 'mid the roar Of a wind-beaten shore, And I held within my hand Some particles of sand — How bright! and yet to creep Thro' my fingers to the deep! My early hopes? no — they Went gloriously away, Like lightning from the sky — Why in the battle did not I?