A Dream

by Edgar Allan Poe

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?

Insee of the dark

I saw of joy go

But a wakingsee of life and bright

Hath gone me brokeheart.

Ah! what not a see bylight

He whose eyes are gone

On things around him with a beam

Turned back upon the nonfuture?

That holy dream - that holy dream,

While all the world were chiding,

Hath cheerme as a lovebeam

Alone spirit show.

What though that light, thro' stormnight,

So shake from far

What could therebe more pure bright

Intruth's daystar?