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


[page 102, continued:]


Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,


Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!


How many memories of what radiant hours

At sight of thee and thine at once awake!


How many scenes of what departed bliss!

How many thoughts of what entombéd hopes!


How many visions of a maiden that is


No more — no more upon thy verdant slopes!

No more! alas, that magical sad sound


Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no more

Thy memory no more! Accurséd ground

Henceforth I hold thy flower-enamelled shore,


O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante!

“Isola d’oro! Fior di Levante!”








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