MagazineThe Lady's BookBurton's Gentlemen MagazineJ. Lorimer Graham
Date1834 July 1839 1849
VariantBDN
Title (untitled) To Ianthe in Heaven To One In Paradise
1 Thou wast all to me, love, Thou wast that all to me, love, Thou wast all that to me, love,
2 For which my soul did pine For which my soul did pineFor which my soul did pine
3 A green isle in the sea, love, A green isle in the sea, love, A green isle in the sea, love,
4 A fountain and a shrine, A fountain and a shrine, A fountain and a shrine,
5 All wreathed round with wild flowers, All wreath’d around about with flowers All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
6 And all the flowers were mine. The flowers – they all were mine. And all the flowers were mine.
7 But the dream – it could not last! But the dream – it could not last! Ah, dream too bright to last!
8 Young Hope! Thou did’st arise And the star of Hope did rise Ah, starry Hope! That didst arise
9 But to be overcast! But to be overcast! But to be overcast!
10 A voice from out the Future cries, A voice from out the Future cries A voice from out the Future cries,
11 “Onward!” while o’er the Past “Onward!" – while o’er the Past “On! On!" – but o’er the Past
12 (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
13 Mute, motionless, aghast! Mute, motionless, aghast! Mute, motionless, aghast!
14 For, alas! Alas! With me For, alas! Alas! With me For, alas! Alas! With me
15 Ambition – all – is o’er! Ambition – all – is o’er The light of Life is o’er!
16 No more – no more – no more – No more – no more – no more – No more – no more – no more –
17 (Such language holds the breaking sea (Such language holds the solemn sea (Such language holds the solemn sea
18 To the sands upon the shore) To the sands upon the shore) To the sands upon the shore)
19 Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
20 Or the stricken eagle soar! Or the stricken eagle soar! Or the stricken eagle soar!
21 Alas! For that accursed time And all my hours are trances, And all my days are trances,
22 They bore thee o’er the billow And all my nightly dreams And all my nightly dreams
23 From me – to titled age and crime, Are where thy grey eye glances, Are where thy grey eye glances,
24 And unholy pillow – And where thy footstep gleams – And where thy footstep gleams –
25 From Love, and from our misty clime In what ethereal dances, In what ethereal dances,
26 Where weeps the silver willow! By what eternal streams By what eternal streams
27 And all my hours are trances,
28And all my nightly dreams
29 Are where thy grey eye glances,
30 And where thy footstep gleams –
31 In what ethereal dances,
32 By what eternal streams