Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. Killis Campbell), “Dreams,” The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe, Ginn and Company, 1917, pp. 22-23


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DREAMS

Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!

My spirit not awak’ning, till the beam

Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.

Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow.

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’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

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Continuing — as dreams have been to me

In my young boyhood — should it thus be giv’n

’Twere folly still to hope for higher Heav’n.

For I have revell’d when the sun was bright

In the summer sky, in dreams of living light. [page 23:]

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And loveliness, — have left my very heart

In climes of my imaginings 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

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From my remembrance shall not pass — some pow’r

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

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Too coldly — or the stars — howe’er it was

That dream was as that night-wind — let it pass.

I have been happy, tho’ in a dream.

I have been happy — and I love the theme:

Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life

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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.

(1827)

 


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Notes:

None.

 

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