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"summary": "\"A Pæan\" is a poem by Edgar Allan Poe in which a grieving speaker refuses to mourn a young woman's death with solemn lament. While her hypocritical mourners weep over a beauty they once envied, the speaker — drunk with love for his dead bride — strikes the coffin like an instrument and raises not a requiem but a triumphant pæan. The poem moves between tenderness and obsession, lingering on perfumed hair and lifeless eyes, as the speaker insists she died neither too soon nor without beauty.",
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"I. How shall the burial rite be read? The solemn song be sung? The requiem for the loveliest dead, That ever died so young?",
"II. Her friends are gazing on her, And on her gaudy bier, And weep!—oh! to dishonor Dead beauty with a tear!",
"III. They loved her for her wealth— And they hated her for her pride— But she grew in feeble health, And they love her—that she died.",
"IV. They tell me (while they speak Of her “costly broider’d pall”) That my voice is growing weak— That I should not sing at all—",
"V. Or that my tone should be Tun’d to such solemn song So mournfully—so mournfully, That the dead may feel no wrong.",
"VI. But she is gone above, With young Hope at her side, And I am drunk with love Of the dead, who is my bride.—",
"VII. Of the dead—dead who lies All perfum’d there, With the death upon her eyes, And the life upon her hair.",
"VIII. Thus on the coffin loud and long I strike—the murmur sent Through the grey chambers to my song, Shall be the accompaniment.",
"IX. Thou died’st in thy life’s June— But thou did’st not die too fair: Thou did’st not die too soon, Nor with too calm an air.",
"X. From more than friends on earth, Thy life and love are riven, To join the untainted mirth Of more than thrones in heaven—",
"XI. Therefore, to thee this night I will no requiem raise, But waft thee on thy flight, With a Pæan of old days.",
"Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849) was an American poet and short story writer, widely regarded as a master of gothic atmosphere and psychological intensity. \"A Pæan\" was first published in 1831 under the title \"A Pæan\" and later revised as \"Lenore,\" a transformation that deepened the poem's narrative and emotional stakes. Poe's recurring theme of the death of a beautiful woman — which he famously called \"the most poetical topic in the world\" — is central to this early work."
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