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 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. (125) |