Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. James H. Whitty), “To F----,” The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan Poe, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1911, pp. ???-???


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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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Notes:

None.

 

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