Untitled[A Dream]A wilder’d being from my birth My spirit spurn’d control,But now, abroad on the wide earth, Where wand’rest thou my soul?In visions of the dark night I have dream’d of joy departed —But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.And what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are castOn things around him with a ray Turn’d back upon the past?That holy dream — that holy dream, While all the world were chiding,Hath cheer’d me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding —What tho’ that light, thro’ misty night So dimly shone afar-What could there be more purely bright In Truth’s day — star?