A Dream: Tamerlane and Other Poems, 1827 Untitled by Edgar Allan Poe <img src=http://www.pambytes.com/poe/images/banners/banner-dream2.gif> <a href="http://www.pambytes.com/poe/poems/a_dream.html" target="_blank">http://www.pambytes.com/poe/poems/a_dream.html</a> 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 ?