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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

To F--

Edgar Allan Poe·1809–1849
Lines:14Movement:Romanticism
Beloved! amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path--(Drear path, alas! where growsNot even one lonely rose)-- My soul at least a solace hathIn dreams of thee, and therein knowsAn Eden of bland repose. And thus thy memory is to me Like some enchanted far-off isleIn some tumultuous sea--Some ocean throbbing far and free With storm--but where meanwhileSerenest skies continually Just o'er that one bright inland smile.