Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. E. C. Stedman and G. E. Woodberry), “To Zante,” The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, New York: Stone and Kimball, vol. X, 1895, p. 24


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[page 24:]

TO ZANTE

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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Notes:

Stedman and Woodberry notes.

 

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[S:0 - SW, 1895] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - To Zante (Stedman and Woodberry, 1895)