To One Departed

Seraph! thy memory is to

Like some enchanted far-off

In some tumultuous sea -Some ocean vexed as it may

With storms; but where, meanwhile,

Serenest skies

Just o'er that one bright island smile.

For 'mid the earnest cares and

That crowd around my earthly path,(Sad path, alas, where

Not even one lonely rose!)My soul at least a solace

In dreams of thee; and therein

An Eden of bland repose.