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?

From the new Macmillan Collector's Library edition of Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe. Read the story 'Metzengerstein' from the collection here

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