To F__

Author: Edgar Allan Poe  | Date: 1835

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 tumultuous sea-

Some ocean throbbing far and free

With storms- but where meanwhile

Serenest skies continually

Just o’er that one bright island smile.

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