Thou wast that all to me, love,
A green isle in the sea, love,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
A voice from out the Future cries,
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
(Such language holds the solemn sea
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Are where thy grey eye glances,
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