To One in Paradise

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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!