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?
A Dream – by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
December 9, 2012 by thebaldwinpoet.wordpress.com
“The Light Of Day”
The truth be bared in light of day
that darkness hid
from you away.
Revealed to you in bright
the honesty denied
by shadowed night.
~Jack Downing~
Thank you for sharing Poe’s work. One of my favorite poets to be sure. I didn’t know he died so young though. He was very talented (and tormented I understand) as well as prolific, though for so few years.