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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 thorbbing far and free
With storms — but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright island smile.
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Notes:
Frances was the poetess Frances Sargent Osgood.
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[S:1 - BJ, 1845 (fac, 1965)] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - To F—— [Frances] (Text-05)