Up to the EServer | The Complete Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe
 

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TO F--

by Edgar Allan Poe

1835

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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'er that one bright island smile.

THE END

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