Philadelphia June 20, 1843.My Dear Friend,
I owe you fifty apologies for not having written you before-- but sickness and domestic affliction will suffice for all.
I received your poem, which you undervalue, and which I think truly beautiful--as, in fact, I do all you have ever written--but, alas! my Magazine scheme has exploded--or, at least, I have been deprived, through the imbecility, or rather through the idiocy of my partner, of all means of prosecuting it for the present. Under better auspices I may resume it next year.
What am I to do with the poem? I have handed it to Griswold, subject to your disposition.
My address is 234, North Seventh St above Spring Garden, West Side. Should you ever pay a visit to Philadelphia, you will remember that there is no one in America whom I would rather hold by the hand than yourself.
With the sincerest friendship
I am yours.
Edgar A Poe
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