Romance by Edgar Allan Poe

Romance by Edgar Allan Poe

Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird
Taught me my alphabet to say
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie
A child—with a most knowing eye

Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings