Spirit Tomb - 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 wretched 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,
"On! on!" - but o'er the past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For alas! alas! With me
The light of Life is o'er!
No more - no more - no more -
(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,
An all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams -
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.

Written by:
Leon Kristoffer, Edgar Allan Poe

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Lyrics © HAL LEONARD LLC

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