And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
This poem was incorporated into the story The Fall of the House of Usher but it was previously published on its own. It's not in fact about a palace of stone but the palace of the mind. It's a happy, healthy place for a time but then "evil things" come and bring about the downfall of the "palace". This is quite a depressing poem, especially since there's not much discussion of what the malady was that brought down the mind of the man. This poem honestly just makes me feel sad.
For next week I've chosen the short story Some Words With a Mummy. I'm hoping it's scary but knowing Poe, it might be philosophical instead.
Spending time cleaning and polishing in the palace,