Text: Edgar Allan Poe, “[To One in Paradise]” (Text-08), “Herring” manuscript, about 1841


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.

Now, all my hours are trances,

And all my nightly dreams

Are where thy blue eye glances

And where thy footstep gleams

In what ethereal dances

By what eternal streams.




This abridged version of the poem was written in the album of Poe's cousin, Mary Estelle Herring.


[S:1 - MS, about 1841 (fac, 1926)] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - To One in Paradise (Text-08)