A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
Edgar Allan Poe (1849)
Take this kiss upon the 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 clasp ?
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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