When wit, and wine, and friends have met
And laughter crowns the festive hour
In vain I struggle to forget
Still does my heart confess thy power
And fondly turn to thee!
But Octavia, do not strive to rob
My heart of all that soothes its pain
The mournful hope that every throb
Will make it break for thee!
Credits
Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer of the 19th century, celebrated for his mastery of Gothic fiction, poetry, and the short story form. "(To Octavia)" is believed to have been written around 1827 and is among the lesser-known lyric poems from his early period, revealing a tender, personal voice distinct from his darker, more famous works.
