The Nevada Democrat., 1861-01-08
RernnrI.nbIe Fsoem.

Lizzie Dotcn, a spiritual trance speaker, at the
close n . recent lecture in Boston. She pro-
fessed to give 1t impromPtu, so far as she was
concerned. and TO speak under the direct infu-
ence Of the spirit Of Edgar A. Poe. Whatever
NAV be the truth as to its authorship, the poem
Is nevertheless wonderful as a reproduction Of
the singular music and ALTERATION Of Poe's
style, and as manifesting the same intensity Of
feeling.l
From the throne Of life eternal
Ilon the home Of love mpernal,
whore the angel feet make music Oger all the starry
floor
Mortals have come 10 meet you,
Come with words OF peace 20 greet you,
ard 10 tell you Of the glory that is mine forever
more.
Once before found mortal
Waiting Al the heavenly portal
Waiting but 10 catch some echo from that ever
opening door;
Then seized his quekened being,
And through all his inward seeing,
Caused my burning inspiration IN hery Hood 10
pourl
Now come more meckly human,
and the weak Aps Of a woman
Touch with IRE from oil the altar, not with ournhss
Bnt in holy love descending
With her chastened being blending
would hll your souls with music from the orghs
celestial shore.
As one heart yearns for another,
As child turns to its mother,
From the golden gates Of glory turn ! to the ear'h
more,
Where drained the cup Of sadness,
Where my soul was stung TO Madness
And Iie's bitter, burning billows swept my bur
doned being Ger.
Here the harpies aud the ravens.
Human yampires-sordid crayens
Preyed upon my soul and substance till writhed in
anguish sore;
Life aud then seemed mismated,
For selt accursed and iated,
Like restless wrathfu spirit wandering on the
stygian shore.
Tortured by nameless yearnng,
Like frost hre freezing, burning,
Did the purple, pulsing le-tide through its everod
channels pour,
Till the golden bOwl--Lifes toAen-
Into shining shards was broken,
And my chained and channg spirit leaSt ircm out
its prison door
But while living striving, dying,
Never did my soul cease crying:
"Ye who guide the fAtes and furies, giyel oh, give
me, implore,
From the myriad hosts Of nations
From the countless consultations,
One pure spirit that can love me--one That too
can adorel'
Through this fervent aspiration
Found my iuinting soul salvation
For, from out its blackened hfe.crypts, did my
quickened spirit soar
And my beautiful ideal
Not too sanity to be real-
Burst more brightly on my vision than the fancy
formed Lenore.
Mid the surging seas she found me,
With the billows breaking round me,
And my saddened, sinking spirit in her arms Of love
upbofe;
Like lone one, weak AMI weary,
Wandering in the midnight dreary,
On her sinless, sanity bosom, brought me to the
heavenly shore
Like the breath Of blossoms blending,
Like the prayers of saints ascending,
Like the rainbows seven-hued glory blend our souls
fOroIermore
Earthly love and lust ensaved me,
But dvinest love hath saved me,
And know now, first aud only, how to love and to
adore
Oh, my mortal friends and brothorsl
We are each and all another's
And tho soul that gives most freely from its treasure
hath the more.
Would you loose yourlife, you find Il;
And in giving love, you bind IT.
Like an amulet Of safety 10 your heart forevermore