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THOU wast that all 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 —
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(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
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Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams —
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In what ethereal dances,
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By what eternal streams.
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Notes:
None.
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[S:0 - JHW11, 1911] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - To One in Paradise (ed. J. H. Whitty, 1911)