Sonnet — To Zante

by Edgar Allan Poe

Published 1837


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Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
⁠Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!
How many memories of what radiant hours
⁠At sight of thee and thine at once awake!
How many scenes of what departed bliss!
⁠How many thoughts of what entombéd hopes!
How many visions of a maiden that is
⁠No more—no more upon thy verdant slopes!
No more! alas, that magical sad sound
⁠Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no more
Thy memory no more! Accurséd ground
⁠Henceforth I hold thy flower-enamelled shore,
O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante!
⁠”Isola d’oro! Fior di Levante!”


Sonnet — To Zante,” one of many poems by Edgar Allan Poe, was first published in 1837.


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