When from your gems of thought I turn
To those pure orbs, your heart to learn,
I scarce know which to prize most high —
The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye.
2024-04-04
Poem | Impromptu – To Kate Carol |
Author / Poet | Edgar Allan Poe |
Tags | Impromptu, Kate Carol |
When from your gems of thought I turn
To those pure orbs, your heart to learn,
I scarce know which to prize most high —
The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye.
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