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?

By: Edgar Allen Poe

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