Take this upon thy brow! <br />And, parting from you now, <br />Thus much let me avow- <br />You are not wrong, to deem <br />That my days have been a dream; <br />Yet if hope has flown away <br />In a night, or in a day, <br />In a vision, or in none <br />Is it therefore the less gone? <br />All that we see or seem <br />Is but a dream within a dream. <br /> <br />I stand amid the roar <br />Of a surf-tormented shore, <br />And hold within my hand <br />Grains of the golden sand- <br />How few! yet how they creep <br />Through my fingers to the deep, <br />While I weep- while I weep! <br />Oh God! can I not grasp <br />Them with a tighter clasp? <br />Oh God! can i now save <br />One from the pitiless wave? <br />Is all that we see or seem <br />But a dream within a dream?<br /><br />abigail phillips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-within-a-dream-by-edgar-allan-poe/
