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37 lines
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1834
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TO ONE IN PARADISE
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by Edgar Allan Poe
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Thou wast all that to me, love,
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For which my soul did pine-
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A green isle in the sea, love,
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A fountain and a shrine,
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All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
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And all the flowers were mine.
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Ah, dream too bright to last!
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Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
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But to be overcast!
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A voice from out the Future cries,
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"On! on!"- but o'er the Past
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(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
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Mute, motionless, aghast!
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For, alas! alas! me
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The light of Life is o'er!
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"No more- no more- no more-"
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(Such language holds the solemn sea
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To the sands upon the shore)
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Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
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Or the stricken eagle soar!
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And all my days are trances,
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And all my nightly dreams
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Are where thy grey eye glances,
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And where thy footstep gleams-
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In what ethereal dances,
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By what eternal streams.
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-THE END-
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