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THOU wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine —
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreath'd with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
“On! on!” — but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! with me
The light of life is o'er!
No more — no more — no more —
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore) [page 423:]
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams —
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
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Notes:
This poem was originally part of Poe's tale “The Visionary.”
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[S:1 - PPA-10th, 1850] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Poems - To One in Paradise [Text-15]