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Edgar Allan Poe ~ Israfel ~ Poem on Portrait fabric by peacoquettedesigns on Spoonflower - custom fabric

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Lines from "Israfel" by Edgar Allan Poe in inky black text on a background of Edgar Allan Poe, Dipped in dark color of murder and intrigue, this visage of the Master of Mystery broods in a misty repeat. May print darker depending on the fabric.. Any poem may be requested. Text is in the licensed Jane Austen font based on her handwriting. Other scales, fonts, colors and texts available upon request. Design available as text only and as portrait only. Israfel BY EDGAR ALLAN POE And the angel Israfel, whose heart-strings are a lute, and who has the sweetest voice of all God’s creatures. —KORAN In Heaven a spirit doth dwell “Whose heart-strings are a lute”; None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends tell), Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell Of his voice, all mute. Tottering above In her highest noon, The enamoured moon Blushes with love, While, to listen, the red levin (With the rapid Pleiads, even, Which were seven,) Pauses in Heaven. And they say (the starry choir And the other listening things) That Israfeli’s fire Is owing to that lyre By which he sits and sings— The trembling living wire Of those unusual strings. But the skies that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty, Where Love’s a grown-up God, Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned song; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit— Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute— Well may the stars be mute! Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely—flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky. Picture in the Creative Commons: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Edgar_Allan_Poe_2_retouched_and_transparent_bg.png

Edgar Allan Poe ~ Israfel ~ Poem on Portrait

By: peacoquettedesigns
Lines from "Israfel" by Edgar Allan Poe in inky black text on a background of Edgar Allan Poe, Dipped in dark color of murder and intrigue, this visage of the Master of Mystery broods in a misty repeat. May print darker depending on the fabric.. Any poem
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