TO ONE IN PARADISE
by: Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
- hou wast that all to me, love,
- For which my soul did pine
- A green isle in the sea, love,
- A fountain and a shrine,
- All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
- And all the flowers were mine.
- Ah, dream too bright to last!
- Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
- But to be overcast!
- A voice from out the Future cries,
- "On! on!"but o'er the Past
- (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
- Mute, motionless, aghast!
- For, alas! alas! with me
- The light of Life is o'er!
- "No moreno moreno more"
- (Such language holds the solemn sea
- To the sands upon the shore)
- Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
- Or the stricken eagle soar!
- And all my days are trances,
- And all my nightly dreams
- Are where thy dark eye glances,
- And where thy footstep gleams
- In what ethereal dances,
- By what eternal streams!
- Alas! for that accursed time
- They bore thee o'er the billow,
- From love to titled age and crime,
- And an unholy pillow!
- From me, and from our misty clime,
- Where weeps the silver willow!
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