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IN visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed,
But a waking dreams of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
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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.
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What though that light, through storm and night,
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So trembled from afar,
What could there be more purely bright
In Truths day-star?
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Notes:
None.
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[S:0 - SW94, 1895] - Edgar Allan Poe Society of Baltimore - Works - A Dream (Stedman and Woodberry, 1895)