An Acrostic

Edgar Allan Poe

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Elizabeth it is in vain you say
"Love not" — thou sayest it in so sweet a way:
In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.
Zantippe's talents had enforced so well:
Ah! if that language from thy heart arise,
Breathe it less gently forth — and veil thine eyes.
Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried
To cure his love — was cured of all beside —
His folly — pride — and passion — for he died.

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  • kristensherlock

    Honestly, this one didn't really resonate with me. It felt simultaneously overwhelming and underwhelming; a weird contradiction, I know. Perhaps it's just too sophisticated for my taste.