| Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912. |
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| Edgar Allan Poe. 1809–1849 |
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| 85. To One in Paradise |
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| 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, | 5 |
| And all the flowers were mine. | |
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| Ah, dream too bright to last! | |
| Ah, starry Hope, that didst arise | |
| But to be overcast! | |
| A voice from out the Future cries, | 10 |
| "On! on!"—but o'er the Past | |
| (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies | |
| Mute, motionless, aghast. | |
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| For, alas! alas! with me | |
| The light of Life is o'er! | 15 |
| 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. | 20 |
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| 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, | 25 |
| By what eternal streams. | |
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