brightnight

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