by Edgar Allan PoePublished 1829This page may contain affiliate links, for which we may receive a small commission at no extra cost to you. This helps support Love Letters to Poe. 1The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see The wantonest singing birds Are lips—and all thy melody Of lip-begotten words —2Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrin’d Then desolately fall, O! God! on my funereal mind Like starlight on a pall —3Thy heart—thy heart!—I wake and sigh, And sleep to dream till day Of truth that gold can never buy—Of the trifles that it may.“To ——, ” one of many poems by Edgar Allan Poe, was published in 1829.