To F--
Edgar Allan Poe · 1845
Public domain
From The Complete Poetical Works of Edgar Allan Poe. Published before 1850. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
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 tumultuous sea--
Some ocean throbbing far and free
With storm--but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright inland smile.