A Dream

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 him 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?

by Edgar Allan Poe

Comments (51)

this poem has such an airyness to it that allows me to breathe (mentally) so well
I love this poem
It was one of my better poems
Bladerunner Remember when you were a child there was a spider? ........They're just implants Philip K. questioned the meaning of existence. This poem is perhaps an extension of Decartes philosophy I think therefore I am.
you dumb child u dumb and stupid
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