A Dream Within a Deeam
by
Edgar Allen Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
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 or seen
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 seen
But a dream within a dream
Diane (Miller) Warner