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    This 3 stanza poem describes the narrator's dream of departed joy that has left them broken-hearted upon waking. The narrator finds more comfort in dreaming of the past than in present reality. A holy dream provided guidance and cheer to the lonely narrator, acting as a beacon despite trembling in the storm and night, providing more pure brightness than reality's daystar.

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    By Edgar Allen Poe

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    This 3 stanza poem describes the narrator's dream of departed joy that has left them broken-hearted upon waking. The narrator finds more comfort in dreaming of the past than in present reality. A holy dream provided guidance and cheer to the lonely narrator, acting as a beacon despite trembling in the storm and night, providing more pure brightness than reality's daystar.

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    This 3 stanza poem describes the narrator's dream of departed joy that has left them broken-hearted upon waking. The narrator finds more comfort in dreaming of the past than in present reality. A holy dream provided guidance and cheer to the lonely narrator, acting as a beacon despite trembling in the storm and night, providing more pure brightness than reality's daystar.

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    A Dream

    By Edgar Allen Poe

    In visions of the dark night


    I have dreamed of joy departedBut 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 afarWhat could there be more purely bright
    In Truth's day-star?

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