Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. John H. Ingram), “To F----,” The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, Edinburgh: Adam and Charles Black, vol. III, 1875, p. 35


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[page 35, continued:]

TO F——.

BELOVED! amid the earnest woes

That crowd around my earthly path —

(Drear path, alas! where grows

Not even one lonely rose) —

My soul at least a solace hath

In dreams of thee, and therein knows

An Eden of bland repose.

And thus thy memory is to me

Like some enchanted far-off isle

In some tumultuous sea —

Some ocean throbbing far and free

With storms — but where meanwhile

Serenest skies continually

Just o’re that one bright island smile.


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