Since everyone else is getting in on the Poetry Month act, I figured I'd better do it, too. This poem is from one of my favorite writers, Edgar Allan Poe. I lived in Baltimore, which means I've been to Poe's grave at Westminster Church and his house on Amity Street. I even dated the curator of the Poe House when I was in high school. He was my first love. I have many fond memories, all related to Edgar Allan Poe.
This sweet poem is called "To F___," which I believe refers to Frances Sargent Osgood. It was published in 1845. It's a lovely poem. Most people think of "The Raven" and horror stories when they think of Poe. They haven't read his love poems and his satire.
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 storm --- but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o'er that one bright island smile.