adı "to marie louise (shew)", "to marie louise" ve "to m. l. s." olarak geçen, iki ayrı edgar allan poe şiiri vardır. 1847 tarihli olan ilki:

of all who hail thy presence as the morning -
of all to whom thine absence is the night -
the blotting utterly from out high heaven
the sacred sun - of all who, weeping, bless thee
hourly for hope - for life - ah, above all,
for the resurrection of deep buried faith
in truth, in virtue, in humanity -
of all who, on despair's unhallowed bed
lying down to die, have suddenly arisen
at thy soft-murmured words, "let there be light!"
at thy soft-murmured words that were fulfilled
in the seraphic glancing of thine eyes -
of all who owe thee most, whose gratitude
nearest resembles worship, - oh, remember
the truest, the most fervently devoted,
and think that these weak lines are written by him -
by him who, as he pens them, thrills to think
his spirit is communing with an angel's.

1848 tarihli olan ikincisi:

not long ago, the writer of these lines,
in the mad pride of intellectuality,
maintained "the power of words"—denied that ever
a thought arose within the human brain
beyond the utterance of the human tongue:
and now, as if in mockery of that boast,
two words-two foreign soft dissyllables—
italian tones, made only to be murmured
by angels dreaming in the moonlit "dew
that hangs like chains of pearl on hermon hill,"—
have stirred from out the abysses of his heart,
unthought-like thoughts that are the souls of thought,
richer, far wider, far diviner visions
than even the seraph harper, israfel,
(who has "the sweetest voice of all god's creatures")
could hope to utter. and i! my spells are broken.
the pen falls powerless from my shivering hand.
with thy dear name as text, though bidden by thee,
i can not write-i can not speak or think—
alas, i can not feel; for 'tis not feeling,
this standing motionless upon the golden
threshold of the wide-open gate of dreams,
gazing, entranced, adown the gorgeous vista,
and thrilling as i see, upon the right,
upon the left, and all the way along,
amid empurpled vapors, far away
to where the prospect terminates-thee only!

(tweetynin babaannesi - 2 Temmuz 2013 15:40)