Dream Within A Dream

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?

By Edgar Allan Poe

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