[Text: Edgar Allan Poe, "Sonnet — To Zante" (H), The Works of the Late
Edgar Allan Poe, 1850, vol. II, p. 43.]
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
Thy memory no more! Accurséd ground
Henceforth I hold thy flower-enamelled shore,
O hyacinthine isle ! O purple Zante !
"Isola d'oro ! Fior di Levante !"
["Isola d'oro!" (Italian for "island of gold") and "Fior di Levante"
(Italian for "flower of the Levant") are also used in Poe's poem "Al Aaraaf."]
[Except for the title, this version is identical to that used in The
Raven and Other Poems (1845), with no changes in words or punctuation.]
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