The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe/Volume 2/To One in Paradise

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The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe
Volume II. Poems and Tales

To One in Paradise
 

TO ONE IN PARADISE.

 

 

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,
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 more—no more—no 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.