A DREAM - Marge Piercy Poems


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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?

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?