Dreams Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Dreams

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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.

Dreams
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nims-sunshine Princess 07 April 2012

Life ends with the end of dreams...

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Frothy Whore 30 October 2012

Dreams inspire innovation... Unless you're in North Korea.

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o to write like this.

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Terence George Craddock 06 April 2010

A small easily portable volume, with poems and short stories of Edgar Alan Poe, accompanied me upon younger days of travel, contrasting with different cultures and historical scenic sites. Later the 'Leaves Of Grass' by Walt Whitman also. To read and ponder masters like Poe and writings like 'from Song of Myself' by Walt Whitman gives voice to thoughts and questions generations of poets have no choice but to reflect upon. Their voices are an essential part of us. As they gave so we receive. We must ever return to the source of dreams to regenerate our souls.

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Frothy Whore 30 October 2012

Dreams lead to progress... Unless you're in North Korea.

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Lisa Flores 29 November 2021

Perfect.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 02 November 2018

Dreams of paradise and love. A great poem penned by an equally great poet.

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sharon 01 March 2018

at the edge of 17 it dint occor to me that anyone was paying atention

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Fagute 09 January 2018

I want some tide pods.

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Abhimanyu Kumar.s 11 December 2017

Youth is the best part of one's life

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