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A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe
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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.
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- 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?
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- That holy dream- that holy
dream,
- While all the world were
chiding,
- Hath cheered me as a
lovely beam
- A lonely spirit guiding.
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- What though that light,
thro' storm and night,
- So trembled from afar-
- What could there be more
purely bright
- In Truth's day-star?
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