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Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
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My spirit not awak’ning, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow.
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’Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
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And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
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But should it be — that dream eternally
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Continuing — as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood — should it thus be giv’n
’Twere folly still to hope for higher Heav’n.
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For I have revell’d when the sun was bright
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In the summer sky, in dreams of living light. [page 23:]
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And loveliness, — have left my very heart
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In climes of my imaginings apart
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From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought — what more could I have seen?
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’Twas once — and only once — and the wild hour
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From my remembrance shall not pass — some pow’r
Or spell had bound me — ’twas the chilly wind
Came o’er me in the night, and left behind
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Its image on my spirit — or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
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Too coldly — or the stars — howe’er it was
That dream was as that night-wind — let it pass.
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I have been happy, tho’ in a dream.
I have been happy — and I love the theme:
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Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life
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As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love — and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
(1827)
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Notes:
None.
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[S:0 - KCP, 1917] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - Dreams (ed. K. Campbell, 1917)