From: The Dial, Vol. I, No. III (Jan. 1841)
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Published: Weeks Jordan and Company 1841 Boston
I HAVE dreamed, I have dreamed, I have roamed, I have roamed, Idle hours, idle hours I have pored, I have pored I have digged, I have digged Till I laughed, till I laughed
Under Beauty’s star-lit sky,
With the love unquestioning
Of a Poet’s eye;
Under Beauty’s morning smile,
Trees and fields and flowers and birds
With all the while;
Lived I thus by night and day,
Yet such Truth did Beauty bring,
I could not say her nay.
Over books of high repute,
Filled with saws and arguments,
Sophists to refute;
In their Philistine soil,
Wide awake on winter nights,
Wasting all my oil,
At the counterfeit uncouth,
Took me to my dreams, and saw
Beauty one with Truth.
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