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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’re that one bright island smile.
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Notes:
“F——” is Frances Sargent Osgood.
This version of the poem is identical to that printed in The Raven and Other Poems (1845), with no changes in words or punctuation.
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[S:1 - WORKS, 1850] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - To F—— (reprint)