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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