A Dream Within A Dream
By Edgar Allan Poe
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! cann I not grasp
Them with a tighter
clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiles
wave?
Is all that we see or
seem
But a dream within a
dream?
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