‘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 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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