TO ONE DEPARTED

by: Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

      eraph! thy memory is to me
      Like some enchanted far-off isle
      In some tumultuous sea--
      Some ocean vexed as it may be
      With storms; but where, meanwhile,
      Serenest skies continually
      Just o'er that one bright island smile.
       
      For 'mid the earnest cares and woes
      That crowd around my earthly path,
      (Sad 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.

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