To One in Paradise
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pineвБ†вАФ
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
вАЬOn! on!вАЭвБ†вАФbut oвАЩer the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
For, alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is oвАЩer!
вАЬNo moreвБ†вАФno moreвБ†вАФno moreвАЭвБ†вАФ
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleamsвБ†вАФ
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams!
Alas! for that accursèd time
They bore thee oвАЩer the billow,
From love to titled age and crime,
And an unholy pillow!вБ†вАФ
From me, and from our misty clime,
Where weeps the silver willow!