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A Dream
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 is 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? ~Edgar Allan Poe~ |
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