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 (38)

Dreams... TREASURES in mirror tangible to behold
I love the poem, but I got lost a stanza in.
A lovely poem on dream
A truly lovely poem.
the ups and downs of life can make us want the past
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