| [1] | The jib boom of the Serapis gave way, somewhere about this time. Perhaps this was the moment. Ed. |
ISRAFEL.[[2]]
———
BY EDGAR A. POE.
———
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell,
“Whose heart-strings are a lute;”
None sing so wildly well
| [1] | The jib boom of the Serapis gave way, somewhere about this time. Perhaps this was the moment. Ed. |
———
BY EDGAR A. POE.
———
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell,
“Whose heart-strings are a lute;”
None sing so wildly well