Edgar Allan Poe's "Dream Within A Dream"


Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow -
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God!
Can I not grasp them with a tighter grasp?
O God!
Can I not save one from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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