Poe's Darkness

Annabel Lee A Dream Within a Dream To Helen

To One in Paradise

Thou wast all to me love
For which my soul did pine
A green isle in the sea love
A fountain and a shrine
All wreathed with faire fruits and flowers
And all the flowers were mine

Ah dream too bright to last
Ah starry hope that dids't arise
But to be o'ercast
A voice from out of the future cries
"On, on" but o'er the past
My spirit lies mute, motionless, aghast

For alas, alas with me the light of life is o'er
No more, no more, no more
Such language holds the solemn seas
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 gray eye glances
And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances
In what eternal streams

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