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 tumultuos sea— Some ocean throbbing far and free With storms—but where meanwhile Serenest skies continually Just o’re that one bright island smile.
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
From The Works of Edgar Allan Poe in Five Volumes: The Raven Edition (P.F. Collier, 1902)
Edgar Allan Poe
Born in 1809, Edgar Allan Poe had a profound impact on American and international literature as an editor, poet, and critic.
Date Published: 2018-07-25
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/f