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Sonnet to Zante
By Edgar Allan Poe

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          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-enamelled shore,
          O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante!
              “Isola d’oro! Fior di Levante!”
 
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