In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy and departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted
Ah! what is not a dream
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 Allen Poe
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Poems
RandomI really love poems from different people back from the old days like Edgar Allan Poe or Robert Frost, and more others.
