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?