Edgar Allan Poe > Stories/Poems > A Dream

A Dream 1827
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?