Happy Birthday Mr. Poe

Edgar Allan Poe

January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849

A Dream Within A Dream  by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

In honor of Poe's birthday I created a treasury of great hand crafted Poe things.
My favorite finds were:

Poe 11x14 canvas print by Ghoulish Gary

http://www.etsy.com/listing/60606691/poe-canvas-print-11x14?ref=tre-1869229020-10

Edgar Allen Poe finger puppet greeting cards by Dear Deer Designs

http://www.etsy.com/listing/42786332/edgar-allan-poe-finger-puppet-greeting?ref=tre-1869229020-13

 Edgar Allan Poe Doll With Raven by Uneek Doll Designs
(which is ridiculously reasonably priced for an art doll, and so detailed!)
http://www.etsy.com/listing/84949608/edgar-allen-poe-doll-with-the-raven?ref=tre-1869229020-2
All of Uneek Doll Designs are actually pretty amazing. 
You should stop by their Etsy shop and marvel at their wonderful creations.
www.UneekDollDesigns.etsy.com

And the Edgar Allan Poe Author Pendant by Sweetheart Sinner

http://www.etsy.com/listing/55867304/edgar-allan-poe-goth-gothic-horror?ref=tre-1869229020-9
And last but not least,

 

The Raven Paper doll play set by  Le Lapin Triste 

 http://www.etsy.com/listing/59683947/sale-the-raven-paper-doll-play-set?ref=tre-1869229020-3

You can view the rest of the treasury here: 

http://www.etsy.com/treasury/MTExMDMyNDF8MTg2OTIyOTAyMA/a-dream-within-a-dream

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;–
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love–
I and my Annabel Lee–
With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ao,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her kingdom kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The Angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me:–
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.

 But out love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we–
Of many far wiser than we–
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:–

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea–
In her tomb by the side of the sea.