VI.
We cannot know their simple joys and sweet, Or of the brown leaf make the buds of spring, For time has trampled with his flying feet The mouths that strive to sing And bound with leaden vanities the fleet And heavenward-climbing wing.
The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition: Table Of Contents And Index Of The Five Volumes
We cannot know their simple joys and sweet, Or of the brown leaf make the buds of spring, For time has trampled with his flying feet The mouths that strive to sing And bound with leaden vanities the fleet And heavenward-climbing wing.