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Tamerlane and Other Poems, 1827
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by Edgar Allan Poe


A wilder'd being from my birth
My spirit spurn'd control,
But now, abroad on the wide earth,
Where wand'rest thou my soul?

In visions of the dark night
I have dream'd of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

And what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turn'd back upon the past?

That holy dream that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheer'd me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding

What tho' that light, thro' misty night
So dimly shone afar
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day star ?


-The End-