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, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar—What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star?
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Edgar Allen Poe Stories
PoetryThis book is kinda for me, I always loved Edgar Allen Poe so yeah... but hey, it's here so you might as well read it .u.
