To One In Paradise

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,
 By what eternal streams.