Author Edgar Allan Poe When from your gems of thought I turn To those pure orbs, your heart to learn, I scarce know which to prize most high — The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments