To F——

by Edgar Allan Poe

Published 1845

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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 storms—but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
⁠Just o’er that one bright island smile.

To F——,” one of many poems by Edgar Allan Poe, was first published in 1845.