[by Edgar Allan Poe (1827)]

[Verse 1:]

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But 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?


[piano & violin solo]

[Verse 2:]

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 afar

What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day - star?


[violin solo]

A dream...

A dream...

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 afar
What could there be more purely bright

In Truth's day - star?

A dream...

A dream...

In visions of the dark night

I have dreamed of joy departed
But 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?