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 (49)

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
Dreams are that which takes us all along. We dream to live and dream to progress. Appreciate your poem.
This is one of his brighter, less macabre poems. A refreshing change that I very much enjoyed!
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