To One In Paradise

By Edgar Allan Poe

Thou wast 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 all the flowers were mine.

      Ah, dream too bright to last!

        Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise

      But to be overcast!

        A voice from out the Future cries,

      "On! on!"- but o'er the Past

        (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies

      Mute, motionless, aghast!

      For, alas! alas! me

        The light of Life is o'er!

        "No more- no more- no more-"

      (Such language holds the solemn sea

        To the sands upon the shore)

      Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree

        Or the stricken eagle soar!

      And all my days are trances,

        And all my nightly dreams

      Are where thy grey eye glances,

        And where thy footstep gleams-

      In what ethereal dances,

        By what eternal streams.