Read this poem “to one in paradise,” by edgar allan poe.

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 wreathed 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! me
for me the light of life is over!
“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,
and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances,
and where thy footstep gleams-
in what ethereal dances,