Edgar Allan Poe: Poems of Edgar Allan Poe

20. TO F----.

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 tumultuos sea --
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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