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Wow, I'd never read this one before, and it's not as simple as many of his poems, is it!? Ok, I don't know, but I'm going to translate for you (into modern language) what each line means to me!. I may be wrong!.

"How often we forget all time, when lone
Admiring Nature's universal throne;
Her woods- her wilds- her mountains- the intense
Reply of HERS to OUR intelligence!"
[BYRON, The Island!.]

1!.
In youth have I known one with whom the Earth
(When I was young, I knew someone who, !.!.!.)

In secret communing held- as he with it,
(!.!.!.the Earth held with, in secret communication, and he held with the Earth!.)

In daylight, and in beauty from his birth:
Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit
From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth
A passionate light- such for his spirit was fit-
And yet that spirit knew not, in the hour
Of its own fervor what had o'er it power!.

(He was beautiful when born!. He had a strong life force!. Nature inspired him!. His spirit was strong, but did not know that Nature had power over it!.)

II

Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought
To a fever by the moonbeam that hangs o'er,
But I will half believe that wild light fraught
With more of sovereignty than ancient lore
Hath ever told- or is it of a thought
The unembodied essence, and no more,
That with a quickening spell doth o'er us pass
As dew of the night-time o'er the summer grass!?

(Maybe my mind is disturbed and crazed by the moonlight!.!.!.
but I almost believe that that moonlight is full of more solemn spiritualality than any ancient tale!.!. Or is it nothing but a spell cast temporarily, like the dew on the grass at night!?)

III

Doth o'er us pass, when, as th' expanding eye
To the loved object- so the tear to the lid
Will start, which lately slept in apathy!?
And yet it need not be- (that object) hid
From us in life- but common- which doth lie
Each hour before us- but then only, bid
With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken,
To awake us- 'Tis a symbol and a token

IV

Of what in other worlds shall be- and given
In beauty by our God, to those alone
Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven
Drawn by their heart's passion, and that tone,
That high tone of the spirit which hath striven,
Tho' not with Faith- with godliness- whose throne
With desperate energy 't hath beaten down;
Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown!.


Uuuuuh!.!.!. What the hell!? I'm not good at this!. I think it's about Spiritual connections with nature!. Transcendentalism!. Like Emerson, you know!?Www@QuestionHome@Com

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It's a poem written by a very deranged person, Edgar Allen Poe!.

Poe's poetry highlights the sick mind that was his world!. Poe both a pedophile and a necrophile (having sex with the dead), was addicted to morphine!.

Marilon Manson is like a Mousketeer compared to him!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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IDK but I likeWww@QuestionHome@Com

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hmm, that's a tough one!. i think it meansWww@QuestionHome@Com

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