To F----.

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Title:     To F----.
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles by Poe]

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 tumultuos sea --
Some ocean throbbing far and free
With storms -- but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o're that one bright island smile.

1845.

Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To F----.

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