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By Sarah Helen Whitman 1803–1878
Vainly my heart had with thy sorceries striven:
It had no refuge from thy love,—no Heaven
But in thy fatal presence;—from afar
It owned thy power and trembled like a star
O’erfraught with light and splendor. Could I deem
How dark a shadow should obscure its beam?—
Could I believe that pain could ever dwell
Where thy bright presence cast its blissful spell?
Thou wert my proud palladium;—could I fear
The avenging Destinies when thou wert near?—
Thou wert my Destiny;—thy song, thy fame,
The wild enchantments clustering round thy name,
Were my soul’s heritage, its royal dower;
Its glory and its kingdom and its power!

Source: American Poetry: The Nineteenth Century (1993)

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Poet Sarah Helen Whitman 1803–1878

Subjects Living, Disappointment & Failure, Love, Relationships, Romantic Love, Infatuation & Crushes

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 Sarah Helen Whitman

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Edgar Allan Poe met Sarah Helen Whitman for the first time at her home in Providence, Rhode Island, on 21 September 1848. Both were widowed; he was in his thirty-ninth year, and she in her forty-fifth. Poe launched immediately into an intense and what proved to be a stormy courtship, pursuing her relentlessly until she consented late in December to an "immediate marriage." Two days later, however, the engagement was broken off, . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Disappointment & Failure, Love, Relationships, Romantic Love, Infatuation & Crushes

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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