poe on sensibility

sensibility, how charg,

dearest nancy, thou canst tell;

but distress, with horrors arg,

thou as! hast known too well!

fairest flower, behold the lily

bloog the sunny ray:

let the bst sweep o&039;er the valley,

see it prostrate the cy

hear the wood rk char the forest,

tellg o&039;er his little joys;

but as! a prey the surest

to each pirate of the skies

dearly bought the hidden treasure

fer feelgs can bestow:

chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure

thrill the deepest notes of woe