A dream...
In visions of the dark
I have dreamed of joy departed,
but a waking dream of life
and light.
Hath left me broken heart.
Ah! What is not a dream by
to him whose eyes are cast on things around him
with a ray
turned back upon the past?
That holy dream-
that holy dream.
While all the world were chiding,
hath cherred me as a lovely beam.
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though, that light,
thro’ storm and nights
so trembled from afar-
what could there be more purely bright.
In truth’s day stars?
-Edgar Allen Poe