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! 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?