This is what i see but its only 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 none,
Is it therefor 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?