( 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
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 hands
Grains of the golden sand
Oh how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep while I weep
Oh God can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp
Oh God can I not save
One from the pitiless wave
Is all that we see or seem
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream
Dream, dream, dream ...
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