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08. Jun 2007

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 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?

     Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)