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Edgar Allan Poe

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If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody,
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky.
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"Israfel", st. 8 (1831).

 
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