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For the Southern Literary Messenger.
[column 1:]
Mary, amid the cares — the woes
Crowding around my earthly path,
(Sad path, alas! where grows
Not ev’n one lonely rose,)
My soul at least a solace hath
In dreams of thee, and therein knows
An Eden of sweet repose.
And thus thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle,
In some tumultuous sea —
Some lake beset as lake can be
With storms — but where, meanwhile,
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright island smile.
E. A. P.
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Notes:
Mary is likely Mary Winfree, an acquaintance of Poe's of an old Richmond family.
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[S:1 - SLM, 1835] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - To Mary [To Frances] (Text-02)