DREAM....

A DREAM (1827) by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

In visions of the dark night

I have dreamed of joy departed

But a waking dream of life and light

Has left me broken hearted........

What is not a dream by day

To him whose eyes are cast on things around him wiht a ray

Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream........that holy dream.....

While all the world were chiding

Has cheered me as a lovely beam

A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light

Through storm and night

so trembled from afar..........

What could there be more purely bright

In Truth's day star?

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