They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
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.
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
How drowsily it weigh'd them into night!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
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