To F--
Topics: classic
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 storm,but where meanwhile Serenest skies continually Just oer that one bright inland smile.
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"Beloved! amid the earnest woes..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Edgar Allan Poe delivers a powerful performance in "To F--"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...