I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
So trembled from afar
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
(A Dream, Edgar Allan Po)