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 tumultuous sea-
     Some ocean throbbing far and free
       With storms- but where meanwhile
     Serenest skies continually
     Just o'er that one bright island smile.

~ Edgar Allan Poe

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