A Dream BY EDGAR ALLAN POE In visions of the dark nightI have dreamed of joy departed—But a waking dream of life and lightHath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by dayTo him whose eyes are castOn things around him with a rayTurned back upon the past? That holy dream—that holy dream,While all the world were chiding,Hath cheered me as a lovely beamA lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro’ storm and night,So trembled from afar—What could there be more purely brightIn Truth’s day-star? Source: PoetryFoundation.org