Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
To One in ParadiseEdgar Allan Poe (18091849)
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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.
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams—
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams!