Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “To F —— [Frances]” (Text-05), Broadway Journal, April 26, 1845, 1:260, col. 2


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[page 260, column 1, continued:]

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 thorbbing far and free

With storms — but where meanwhile

Serenest skies continually

Just o’er that one bright island smile.

E

 


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Notes:

Frances was the poetess Frances Sargent Osgood.


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