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TO ONE DEPARTED.
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BY EDGAR A. POE.
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Seraph! thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuous sea —
Some ocean vexed as it may be
With storms; but where, meanwhile,
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright island smile.
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For 'mid the earnest cares and woes
That crowd around my earthly path,
(Sad 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. |
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