A Dream Within A Dream

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 roarOf a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my handGrains 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 saveOne from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?