Friday, November 20, 2009

To one in paradise by Edgar Allan Poe

Thou was all that to me, love
For which my soul did pine -
A green isle in the sea, love
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
and the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry hope! that didst arise
but to be overcast!
A future from out the future cries.

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