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Lyric Poem · Nature

To F

by Edgar Allan 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 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.

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