A Dream
In visions of the Dark night I have dreamed of joy departed; But a waking dream of life and light Half 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 thought that light, thro' storm and night So trembled from afar- what could there be more
purely bright. In truth's day-star? -Edgar Allan Poe
No comments:
Post a Comment