November 17, 2010


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?

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