by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849)
A paen
Language: English
How shall the burial rite be read? The solemn song be sung? The requiem for the loveliest dead, That ever died so young? Her friends are gazing on her, And on her gaudy bier, And weep! -- oh! to dishonour Dead beauty with a tear! They loved her for her wealth -- And they hated her for her pride -- But she grew in feeble health, And they love her -- that she died. They tell me (while they speak Of her "costly broider'd pall") That my voice is growing weak -- That I should not sing at all -- Or, that my tone should be Tun'd to such solemn song So mournfully -- so mournfully, That the dead may feel no wrong. But she gone above, With young Hope at her side, And I am drunk with love Of the dead, who is my bride -- Of the dead -- dead who lies All perfum'd there, With the death upon her eyes, And the life upon her hair. Thus on the coffin loud and long I strike -- the murmur sent Through the grey chambers to my song Shall be accompaniment. Thou diedst in thy life's June -- But thou didst not die too fair: Thou didst not die to soon, Nor with too calm an air. From more than friends on earth, Thy life and love are riven, To join the untained mirth Of more than thrones in heaven -- Therefore to thee this night I will requiem raise, But waft thee on thy flight With Paen of old days.
Authorship:
- by Edgar Allan Poe (1809 - 1849), "A paen" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Warner Hutchinson , "A paen", 1996 [soprano, horn and vibraphone], from Poe Songs, no. 1. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Martin Jahn
This text was added to the website: 2013-03-30
Line count: 44
Word count: 250