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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON SOME ACCOUNT OF A NEW PLAY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM IN A LETTER TO A.R.C. ON HER WISHING TO BE CALLED ANNA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS TROILUS AND CRESSIDA [CRISEYDE]: BOOK 2 by GEOFFREY CHAUCER OLD GLASS FACTORY by ISABEL FISKE CONANT |