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- 1827
- DREAMS
- by Edgar Allan Poe
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- Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
- My spirit not awakening, till the beam
- Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
- Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
- 'Twere better than the cold reality
- Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
- And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
- A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
- But should it be- that dream eternally
- Continuing- as dreams have been to me
- In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
- 'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
- For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
- I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light
- And loveliness,- have left my very heart
- In climes of my imagining, apart
- From mine own home, with beings that have been
- Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
- 'Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
- From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
- Or spell had bound me- 'twas the chilly wind
- Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
- Its image on my spirit- or the moon
- Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
- Too coldly- or the stars- howe'er it was
- That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.
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- I have been happy, tho' in a dream.
- I have been happy- and I love the theme:
- Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
- As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
- Of semblance with reality, which brings
- To the delirious eye, more lovely things
- Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
- Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
- -THE END-
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