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Text: Edgar Allan Poe, "To One in Paradise" (K), Broadway Journal, May 10, 1845, 1:295. col. 1

[page 295, column 1, continued:]


THOU wast all that to me, love,
    For which my soul did pine —
A green isle in the sea, love,
    A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,         
    And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
    Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
    A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!" — but o'er the Past
    (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast !

For, alas! alas! with me
    The light of Life is o'er!
(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 days 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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