Lyric Poem · Nature
To F
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.
This poem is in the public domain.
“To F” by Edgar Allan Poe — quilloak.com/poems/to-f
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