A dream within a dream
--Chandeen
--writen 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 seemed                              
Is but a dream within a dream                      
I stand amid the roar                                    
Of the 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 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 seemed                        
But a dream within a dream?