Dikt; A Valentine av Edgar Allan Poe

For her this rhyme is penned,
 whose luminous eyes,
 Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
 Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
 Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
 Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure
 Divine- a talisman- an amulet
 That must be worn at heart.
 Search well the measure-
 The words- the syllables! Do not forget
 The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor
 And yet there is in this no Gordian knot
 Which one might not undo without a sabre,
 If one could merely comprehend the plot.
 Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
 Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus
 Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
 Of poets, by poets- as the name is a poet's, too,
 Its letters, although naturally lying
 Like the knight Pinto- Mendez Ferdinando-
 Still form a synonym for
 Truth- Cease trying!
 You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do.