Thou wast all that to me, love,
for which my soul did pine-
a green isle in the sea, love,
a fountain and a shrine,
all wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
and all the flowers were mine.

ah, dream too bright to last!
ah, starry hope! that didst arise
but to be overcast!
a voice from out the future cries,
“on! on! ”- but o'er the past
(dim gulf! ) my spirit hovering lies
mute, motionless, aghast!

for, alas! alas! me
for me the light of life is over!
“no more- no more- no more- ”
(such language holds the solemn sea
to the sands upon the shore)
shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
or the stricken eagle soar!

and all my days are trances,
and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances,
and where thy footstep gleams-
in what ethereal dances,
by what eternal streams.

what theme of the poem does the final stanza reveal?
daydreams and nighttime dreams are hard to escape.
it is difficult to concentrate when one is mourning.
dreams allow people to travel to exotic lands.
the dead are constantly remembered by those who mourn.