Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. John H. Ingram), “To One in Paradise,” The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, Edinburgh: Adam and Charles Black, vol. III, 1875, p. 26


∞∞∞∞∞∞∞


[page 26:]

TO ONE IN PARADISE.

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!

“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 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.


∞∞∞∞∞∞∞


Notes:

∞∞∞∞∞∞∞

[S:0 - JHI, 1875] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - A Poe Bookshelf - To One in Paradise (J. H. Ingram, 1875)