stranger

A Dream 
By: Edgar Allan Poe

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, through storm and night, 
So trembled from afar, 
What could be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?