DREAMS

Edgar Allen Poe

1827

Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awak'ning till the beam
Of an Eternity that should bring the morrow:
Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
'Twere better than 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
In the summer sky; in dreams of living light,
And loveliness - have left my very heart
In climes of mine imagining - apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of my 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
Too coldly - or the stars - howe'er it was
That dream was at that night wind - let it pass.

I have been happy - tho' but in a dream.
I have been happy - and I love the theme -
Dreams! in their vivid colouring 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 hours hath known.

BREAKDOWNXXBEAUTY ( is )

fifteen.

(and she )

loves writing&&poetry

( and she is )

always inspired

( yet )

easily distracted and disorganized.

( and )

a perfectionist.

an ardent reader of Edgar Allen Poe and Shakespeare.

somewhat sarcastic.

( AND )

a bit dorky.

( she adores )

music.

STORIES

( none yet, sorry!)