Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. E. C. Stedman and G. E. Woodberry), “To One in Paradise,” The Works of Edgar Allan PoeVol. X: Poems (1895), 10:79-80


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TO ONE IN PARADISE

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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,

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All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,

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And all the flowers were mine.

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Ah, dream too bright to last!

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Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise

But to be overcast!

A voice from out the Future cries,

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“On! on!” — but o’er the Past

(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies

Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! with me

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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)

Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,

Or the stricken eagle soar!

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And all my days are trances,

And all my nightly dreams [page 80:]

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Are where thy gray eye glances,

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And where thy footstep gleams —

In what ethereal dances,

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By what eternal streams.

 


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Notes:

None.

 

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