Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

To F-- - Poem 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 storms- but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright island smile.

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  • * Sunprincess * (9/16/2015 8:23:00 PM)

    ............beautifully penned, everyone needs a special friend like this ★ (Report) Reply

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  • Mark Arvizu Mark Arvizu (9/14/2014 10:35:00 AM)

    You light up my life..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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