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    Israfel

    by Edgar Allan Poe
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    In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
    "Whose heart-strings are a lute;"
    None sing so wildly well
    As the angel Israfel,
    And the giddy Stars (so legends tell),
    Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
    Of his voice, all mute.

    Tottering above
    In her highest noon,
    The enamoured Moon
    Blushes with love,
    While, to listen, the red levin
    (With the rapid Pleiads, even,
    Which were seven),
    Pauses in Heaven.

    And they say (the starry choir
    And the other listening things)
    That Israfeli's fire
    Is owing to that lyre
    By which he sits and sings--
    The trembling living wire
    Of those unusual strings.

    But the skies that angel trod,
    Where deep thoughts are a duty--
    Where Love's a grow-up God--
    Where the Houri glances are
    Imbued with all the beauty
    Which we worship in a star.

    Therefore, thou art not wrong,
    Israfeli, who despisest
    An unimpassioned song;
    To thee the laurels belong,
    Best bard, because the wisest!
    Merrily live and long!

    The ecstasies above
    With thy burning measures suit--
    Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,
    With the fervor of thy lute--
    Well may the stars be mute!

    Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
    Is a world of sweets and sours;
    Our flowers are merely--flowers,
    And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
    Is the sunshine of ours.

    If I could dwell
    Where Israfel
    Hath dwelt, and he where I,
    He might not sing so wildly well
    A mortal melody,
    While a bolder note than this might swell
    From my lyre within the sky.

    1836.

    [Footnote 1:

    And the angel Israfel, whose heart-strings are a lute, and who has the
    sweetest voice of all God's creatures.

    'Koran'.]
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