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.
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- 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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