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? 'a dream within a dream' by edgar allen poe, 1849 |
29 November 2008
