Beloved! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path--- (Dear 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 my 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.