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BELOVED! amid the earnest woes
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That crowd around my earthly path —
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(Drear path, alas! where grows
Not even one lonely rose) ——
My soul at least a solace hath
In dreams of thee, and therein knows
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An Eden of bland repose.
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And thus thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuous sea —
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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:
None.
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[S:0 - JHW11, 1911] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - To F---- (ed. J. H. Whitty, 1911)