The Russellville Democrat., 1891-04-30
PIXIES ISApoRE AND POE 5
 RAVEN.


 The Richmond State (Ya.) in an interesting article oH the late Gen Albert Pike, says:
 According to Ingram, Of En' gland, the most exhaustive biogrs' pher of Edgar A. Poe, the ''Rsyen would never have been written bul for Pike's "Issdore. While Mir. Ingram gives tht Raven" a higher place in po,ac art than Pike's composition, Ae undertakes to prove that 'Isadorf' was the inspiration and the mofel for the Raven" For time IT Re was supposed to have been he author of the poem which made Zoe immortal. This poem, "Isadore, y written in 1843 was published in volume oi poems, entitled Nug@, There were only 150 copies printed for private distribution to the authors choser friends. For the benefit Of oul readers we transfer this poem iron the volume presented to the lat Andre J. Hut by tbe distinguished author March 1, 1854:
 IsADoRE. Thou art lost to me forever--I have los
 thee, Isadore! Thy head wiil never rest upon my loys ~-f bosom more,
 Thy tender eyes will never more lool
 fondly into mine, Nor thy arms around me lovingly anc
 trustingy entwine.
 Thou art lost to me forever. Isadore Thou art dead and gone, dear loving
 wife, thy heart is still and cold, And at one stride have become most
 confortless and old; Of our whole world of love and song
 thou vast the only light, A star, whose setting left behind, al
 me how dark Dightl Thou art lost me forever, Isadore The vines and flowers we planted, love
 l tend with anxious care, And yet they droop and fade away, a
 though they wanted air; They cannot live without thine eyes tt
 glad them with their II ht; Since thy hands ceased to train theI
 love, they cannot grow arigh Thou art lost to them forever, Isador1 Our little ones inquire of me, where
 their mother gone? What answer can l make to them e1
 cept with tears alone? For If | say to Heaven, then the DO
 things wish to learn, How far it is, and where, and when thd
 mother will return;
 Thou art lost to them forever, Isador Our happy home has now become
 lonely silent place, Like Heaven without its stars It
 without thy blessed face; Our little ones are still and sad; no
 love them now but I, Except their motber's spirit, which
 feel is always nigh;
 Thou watchest us from Heaven,
 dore!
 Their merry laugh Is heard no ma they neither run nor play; But wander round Ike little ghosts,
 long, long summer day; The spider weayes his web across 2
 windows at his will, The flowers gathered for thee last P
 on the mantel still;
 Thou art lost to me forever, Isadi !! My footsteps through the rooms sou
 sad, play our songs no more, W The garnish sun shines flauntingly upsn
 the unswept floor; n The mocking-bird still sits and sings,a
 melancholy strain, For my heart is like a suiImer clo'd
 that overfiows with rain; Thou art lost to me forever, Isadorl Alasl How changed is all, dear wit,
 from that sweet eve in spring When first my love for thee was toll,
 and hou didst to me cling, Thy sweet eyes radiant through thir
 tears, pressing ihy lips to miie, In that old arbor, dear, beneath he
 over arching vine;
 Those lips are cold forever, Isadore The moonlight struggle through he
 leaves and feiI upon thy face, So lovingly upturning there with pure
 and trustful gaze; The soutnurn br. ezes ssurmured through
 the dark cloud of thy hair, As, like sleepi z infant, thou dist
 lean upon me there; Thine eyes are closed forever, la-
 dorei
 Thy love and faith, so plighted, tten,
 with mingled smile and tear, Was never broken sweetest one, wlile
 thou didst finger here; Nor gry word nor angry look hou
 ever gavest me, But loved and trusted evermore, @ l
 did wors hip thee;
 Thou art lost to ne forever, Isad're 1! Thou vast my nurse in sickness andmy
 comforter in salth-- So gentle aud so constant when our
 love was all ou1 wealth. Thy voice of music soothed me, low, In
 each Responding hour As Heavens sweet honey dew conoles
 the bruised and broken fioNe; Thou art lost to me forever, Isatore Thou art gone from me forever. have
 lost thee, Isadorel And desolate and lonely shall be for
 evermore.
 If 1t were not for our childreq's stke l
 would not wish to stay But would pray to God most earnestly
 to let me pass away
 And be joined with thee in teven,
 Isaaore!