A Dream By Edgar Allan Poe

In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed; but a waking dream of life and light hath left me broken-hearted.


Ah! what is not a dream by day to him whose eyes are cast on things around, with a ray turned back upon the past?


That holy dream, that holy dream, while all the world were chiding, hath cheered me as a lovely beam a lonely spirit guiding.


What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- what could there be more purely bright in Truth's day-star?

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