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Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse.  1912.
Edgar Allan Poe. 1809–1849
85. To One in Paradise
THOU wast all that 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,         5
  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,  10
"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!  15
  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.  20
And all my days are trances, 
  And all my nightly dreams 
Are where thy gray eye glances, 
  And where thy footstep gleams— 
In what ethereal dances,  25
  By what eternal streams. 

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