To F_____
By Edgar Allan Poe
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'er that one bright island smile.
Source Book
The Works Of Edgar Allan Poe
Volume 10: Poems
by Edgar Allan Poe
Copyright 1895
Published by Stone & Kimball, Chicago
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