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.
Now 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!
.....To One in Paradise by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-49)
