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Edgar Allan Poe – To Helen

I saw thee once – once only – years ago
I must not say how many – but not many
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full orbed moon, that, like thine own soul soaring
Sought a precipitate pathway up through the heaven,
There fell a silvery silken veil of light
With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,
Upon the upturned faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden
Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe –
Fell on the upturned faces of these roses
That gave out, in return for the love light
Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death –
Fell on the upturned faces of these roses
That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted
By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence
No footsteps stirred, the hated world all slept
Save only thee and me.  Oh heaven, oh God!
How my heart beats in coupling those two words

Save only thee and me.  I paused – I looked –
And in an instant all things disappeared
Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted….