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 through 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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What I don't understand is how some people can argue that Poe wasn't brilliant. Those people don't read his poetry.
I do
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