“To M——­L——­S——­,” addressed to Mrs. Marie Louise Shew, was written in February 1847, and published shortly afterwards.  In the first posthumous collection of Poe’s poems these lines were, for some reason, included in the “Poems written in Youth,” and amongst those poems they have hitherto been included.

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16. (2) TO MARIE LOUISE (SHEW)

“To——­,” a second piece addressed to Mrs. Shew, and written in 1848, was also first published, but in a somewhat faulty form, in the above named posthumous collection.

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17.  THE CITY IN THE SEA

Under the title of “The Doomed City” the initial version of “The City in the Sea” appeared in the 1831 volume of Poems by Poe:  it reappeared as “The City of Sin,” in the ‘Southern Literary Messenger’ for August 1835, whilst the present draft of it first appeared in Colton’s ’American Review’ for April, 1845.

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18.  THE SLEEPER

As “Irene,” the earliest known version of “The Sleeper,” appeared in the 1831 volume.  It reappeared in the ‘Literary Messenger’ for May 1836, and, in its present form, in the ‘Broadway Journal’ for May 1845.

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19.  THE BRIDAL BALLAD

“The Bridal Ballad” is first discoverable in the ’Southern Literary Messenger’ for January 1837, and, in its present compressed and revised form, was reprinted in the ‘Broadway Journal’ for August, 1845.

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POEMS OF MANHOOD.

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LENORE.

  Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! 
  Let the bell toll!—­a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river. 
  And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?—­weep now or never more! 
  See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore! 
  Come! let the burial rite be read—­the funeral song be sung!—­
  An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young—­
  A dirge for her, the doubly dead in that she died so young.

  “Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
  And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her—­that she died! 
  How shall the ritual, then, be read?—­the requiem how be sung
  By you—­by yours, the evil eye,—­by yours, the slanderous tongue
  That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?”

Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong!  The sweet Lenore hath “gone before,” with Hope, that flew beside, Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride—­ For her, the fair and debonnaire, that now so lowly lies, The life upon her yellow hair but not within her