|From neiloytz's picasa|
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?
This is one of my favorite poems from Edgar Allan Poe's collection when I was much younger. This poem has a very natural expression. It's like expressing some view and sharing it with a friend. Yes, this poem gives me an impression of a conversation with someone close to you. Sharing your feelings in an open but intimate manner.