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? [1927-1845] | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE by CARL SANDBURG TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST FONTENOY, 1745: 1. BEFORE THE BATTLE: NIGHT by EMILY LAWLESS MAIDENHOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW EPISTLE TO MISS TERESA BLOUNT, ON HER LEAVING THE TOWN by ALEXANDER POPE SONNET: 86 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 14. AL-MUZAWWIR by EDWIN ARNOLD |