Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. James H. Whitty), “Dreams,” The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan Poe, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1911, pp. 118-119


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[page 118, unnumbered:]

DREAMS

OH! that my young life were a lasting dream!

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

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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.

But should it be — that dream eternally

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.

For I have revell’d when the sun was bright

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In the summer sky, in dreams of living light.

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And loveliness, — have left my very heart

Inclines [[In climes]] of my imaginings apart

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

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

Its image on my spirit — or the moon

Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon

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: [page 119:]

Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life

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.

 


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Notes:

None.

 

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