To FвБ†вЄЇвБ†
Beloved! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly pathвБ†вАФ
(Drear path, alas! where grows
Not even one lonely rose)вБ†вАФ
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 seaвБ†вАФ
Some ocean throbbing far and free
With stormвБ†вАФbut where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just oвАЩer that one bright island smile.