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         The light of Life is o'er!         "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.