(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

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?

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Good one..................
NICE POEM, A WONDERFUL WAY OF WRITING.
An elegy that clearly hits the nerve. Walt is a great imagist. One of the greatest American poets of all times.
Why can you not continue? O why do you now cease? Is it because, if you continued beyond the swift moment, you would soon certainly kill me?
when one love there is a little bit of dying, dying to selfishness