Edgar Allan Poe

      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?
Utoljára módosította Ulmar 2009.VI.27 22:24-n
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Ulmar hozzászólása 2009-06-27 22:26-kor

A komolyabb álmaim elalvás előtt jönnek, a sötétben, miközben nyitva a szemem. Általában azután már nem emlékszem, hogy álmodnék.

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