Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “To One in Paradise” (Text-15), The Poets and Poetry of America (10th edition), 1850, pp. 422-423


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[page 422, column 2, continued:]

TO ONE IN PARADISE.

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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 wreath’d 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!

No more — no more — no more —

(Such language holds the solemn sea

To the sands upon the shore) [page 423:]

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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Notes:

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


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