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?
10 comments:
She is so pretty...
are you saying that cause you don't see her face?
and who is she?
I feeling, and i feeling that she is so pretty... its an angel of botticeli
i haven t thought about that, it looks like she's dead...
She is not dead... she dreams with me...
who are you?
I'm one angel black in the earth... and one white angel in the world...
that's ok
moje lasky, ne rozumim...
jo mluvim troju czesky...moje lasky...
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?
DO YOU LIKE MY DREAM??
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