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Sonnet—To Zante by Edgar Allan Poe Lyrics

Genre: misc | Year: 1845

Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
        Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!
How many memories of what radiant hours
        At sight of thee and thine at once awake!
How many scenes of what departed bliss!
        How many thoughts of what entombéd hopes!
How many visions of a maiden that is
        No more—no more upon thy verdant slopes!
No more!—alas, that magical sad sound
        Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no
                more—
Thy memory no more! Accurséd ground
        Henceforth I hold thy flower-enameled shore,
O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante!
        "Isola d'oro! Fior di Levante!"