Şiir Başlığı: To F--

To F--

Şair: Edgar Allan Poe • Eklenme Tarihi: 12.05.2014 • Görüntüleme: 2.753

Özet:
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.

Kelimeler:
Edgar Allan Poe, To F--, American author, poet, editor and literary critic, American Romantic Movement, Amerikalı yazar, şair, editör ve edebiyat eleştirmeni, Amerikan romantik akımı.

To F--

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'er that one bright island smile.