Edgar Allan Poe

(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

Dreams - Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
'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
Continuing- as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, 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
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
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
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 coloring of life,
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.


Comments about Dreams by Edgar Allan Poe

  • (5/16/2016 11:17:00 PM)


    Dreams in their vivid coloring of life,
    AS in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
    Of semblance with reality.
    A fantastic flight of imagery and a pleasurable read.
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  • Elizabeth Bloomfield (5/16/2016 10:30:00 PM)


    Such art behind his words. (Report) Reply

  • Kelechi Evans (5/16/2016 8:25:00 PM)


    What a ryhme to expose the ambitiousness of the youth. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (5/16/2016 5:03:00 PM)


    The last 8 lines of this poem are especially sublime, perhaps because they speak to the human heart truths about our passage here on earth. Even if walked on the brink of madness, I cannot count him less. He was an extraordinary talent, a player of words of sounds of images of rhythm and repetition and all things valuable to a poet. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/16/2016 12:45:00 AM)


    To him whose heart must be! Thanks for sharing this lovely poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren (3/1/2016 9:03:00 AM)


    This is why I like this poet (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/19/2015 2:40:00 AM)


    Stellar rhyme scheme...mellifluous flow... (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/19/2015 2:38:00 AM)


    Stellar rhyme scheme by this master bard... (Report) Reply

  • (3/13/2015 12:43:00 AM)


    A great writing on dreams in this poem. likes. (Report) Reply

  • Nancy Oyula (5/12/2014 3:37:00 AM)


    Nice flow........................... (Report) Reply

  • Captain Herbert Poetry (4/26/2014 1:08:00 PM)


    Dreams are the door on the vastness of the universe of life. I love this poem (Report) Reply

  • John S (4/7/2014 7:53:00 PM)


    A beautiful poem is like a beautiful photograph of a sunset landscape or a beautiful painting. I can say the lines over and over again in my mind and elicit a reaction like the beauty of the latter. (Report) Reply

  • (11/13/2013 10:52:00 PM)


    wow this poem is like the wind it blows me away...
    absolutely love this line
    ~'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.~
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  • (6/18/2013 8:23:00 PM)


    It's so hopeful but still a bit mysterious. I love his poems. (Report) Reply

  • (4/6/2013 12:42:00 PM)


    Very good poem. I like his poems a lot. (Report) Reply

  • Abraham Jaggernauth (4/6/2013 11:43:00 AM)


    Very Nice, and well scripted! With inspiration and yet the dismay of this life; it reveals the inner depth of living one's dream though it may never come to past because it is a matter of living in the mind or making one's mind become a matter of reality! Very Well Done! (Report) Reply

  • (10/30/2012 6:26:00 PM)


    Dreams inspire innovation...
    Unless you're in North Korea.
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  • (10/30/2012 6:24:00 PM)


    Dreams lead to progress...

    Unless you're in North Korea.
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  • Nims-sunshine Princess (4/7/2012 4:25:00 AM)


    Life ends with the end of dreams... (Report) Reply

  • (4/6/2011 6:56:00 PM)


    It seems to me that both laureate poets on this site (Olivarez & Straw) have forgotten the fallacy of the poet as subject of his own poetry. Juan alleges that Poe was 'ruined' by his stepfather because he never got a free education courtesy of Mr Allen. Kevin insists that the 'decadent end of Romanticism' contributed to Poe's retreat into a dream world. And Eric, read again your comment that 'a dream of hopeless sorrow' surpasses 'cold reality'. Duh! that's just the point! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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