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[Text: Edgar Allan Poe, "To F —— " (F), The
Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, vol. II, 1850, p. 53.]
[page 53:]
TO
F ——.
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BELOVED ! amid the earnest woes
That crowd around my earthly path —
(Drear path, alas ! where grows
Not even one lonely rose) —
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 sea —
Some ocean throbbing far and free
With storms — but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o're that one bright island smile.
["F —— " is Frances Sargent Osgood.]
[This version of the poem is identical to that printed in The Raven
and Other Poems (1845), with no changes in words or punctuation.]
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