A DREAM
Spirits of The Dead: Tales and Poems (1997), Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
In visions of the dark knight
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 thought that light, thro' storm and night
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's a day-star?
