Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. J. A. Harrison), “To F----,” The Complete Works of Edgar Allan PoeVol. VII: Poems (1902), p. 92


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[page 92:]

TO F——.

BELOVED! amid the earnest woes

That crowd around my earthly path —

(Drear path, alas! where grows

Not even one lonely rose) —

My soul at least a solace hath

In dreams of thee, and therein knows

An Eden of bland repose.

 

And thus thy memory is to me

Like some enchanted far-off isle

In some tumultuous sea —

Some ocean throbbing far and free

With storms — but where meanwhile

Serenest skies continually

Just o’re that one bright island smile.

 


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