Prologue
For which my soul did pine -
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine
All wreathes with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
...
And all my days are trances
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy gray eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams -
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
- Edgar Allan Poe








