3/5/09

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 to 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.
by Edgar Alan Poe

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