Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “To Ianthe in Heaven [To One in Paradise]” (Text-04), Burton's Gentleman's Magazine, July 1839, 5:49


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[page 49, continued:]

TO IANTHE IN HEAVEN.

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BY E. A. POE.

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[column 1:]

THOU wast that all to me, love,

For which my soul did pine —

A green isle in the sea, love,

A fountain and a shrine

All wreath'd around about with flowers —

And the flowers, they all were mine.

But the dream, it could not last;

And the star of Hope did rise

But to be overcast.

A voice from out the Future cries

“Onward!” — while o'er the Past,

(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies,

Mute, motionless, aghast! [column 2:]

For, alas! alas! with me,

Ambition, all, is o'er —

“No more, no more, no more”

(Such language holds the solemn sea

To the sands upon the shore)

Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree

Or the stricken eagle soar.

And all my hours are trances

And all my nightly dreams

Are where thy dark eye glances,

And where thy footstep gleams,

In what ethereal dances,

By what eternal streams.


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Notes:

This poem was originally part of Poe's tale “The Visionary.”


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