Edgar Allan Poe: To One In Paradise
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine â€”
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 !“ â€” 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 â€” no more â€” no more â€”“
(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 â€”
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.