To FвБ†вЄЇвБ†

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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.