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 storms- but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright island smile.

-- THE END --