Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. Killis Campbell), “Sonnet — To Zante,” The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe, Ginn and Company, 1917, p. 102


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[page 102, continued:]

SONNET — TO ZANTE

Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,

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Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!

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How many memories of what radiant hours

At sight of thee and thine at once awake!

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How many scenes of what departed bliss!

How many thoughts of what entombéd hopes!

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How many visions of a maiden that is

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No more — no more upon thy verdant slopes!

No more! alas, that magical sad sound

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Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no more

Thy memory no more! Accurséd ground

Henceforth I hold thy flower-enamelled shore,

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O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante!

“Isola d’oro! Fior di Levante!”

(1837)

 


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Notes:

None.

 

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[S:0 - KCP, 1917] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Sonnet -- To Zante (ed. K. Campbell, 1917)