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 the light, thro' storm and night.
So trembled from afar,
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
-Edgar Allan Poe
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All I Have Left
PoetryHello there, fellow human being! This book contains poems and short stories that bring back good memories. None of them are mine unless stated so, but I will try to give every author(s) name after each poem or story. You may also find text after the...
