A dark unfathom’d tide
Of interminable pride—
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild, and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision on my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it pass’d on
I care not tho’ it perish
With a thought I then did cherish.
Credits
Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer of the 19th century, widely celebrated for his mastery of Gothic fiction, poetry, and the macabre. "Imitation" is considered one of his earliest published poems, believed to have been written when Poe was still a teenager, offering a striking glimpse into the melancholic inner world that would define his later work.
