Oorspronkelijke titel: Preface
Eerste publicatie: 1829 (Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane, and Minor Poems)
Vertalingen en bewerkingen:
1985: Romance (Edgar Allan Poe – gedichten, Wijnand Steemers)
Romance who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been — a most familiar bird —
Taught me my alphabet to say —
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie
A child — with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the Heavens on high
With tumult, as they thunder by,
I hardly have no time for idle cares
Thro’ gazing on th’ unquiet sky.
And, when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings —
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away — forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings!