I don’t know much about Edgar Allen Poe. Only the fact that I am familiar with his name. For some reason unknown, I’ve associated him with great literature and am now attempting to read his works. This is by far the most challenging poem I have read but I resonated with the following piece. I look forward to reading more of Edgar’s works. Something best done on a quiet Sunday afternoon.
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?
Edgar Allan Poe