Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. E. C. Stedman and G. E. Woodberry), “To F——,” The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, New York: Stone and Kimball, vol. X, 1895, p. 78


[page 78:]

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.




Stedman and Woodberry notes.



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