Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers, <br /> Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take! <br /> How many memories of what radiant hours <br /> At sight of thee and thine at once awake! <br /> How many scenes of what departed bliss! <br /> How many thoughts of what entombed hopes! <br /> How many visions of a maiden that is <br /> No more- no more upon thy verdant slopes! <br /> No more! alas, that magical sad sound <br /> Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no more- <br /> Thy memory no more! Accursed ground <br /> Henceforth I hold thy flower-enameled shore, <br /> O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante! <br /> "Isola d'oro! Fior di Levante!"<br /><br />Edgar Allan Poe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-zante/
