To one in Paradise

Thou wast all that to me,love,
For which my soul did pine-
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.

Anow all my days are trances.
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep leams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams!

Edgar Allan Poe

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