"Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow —You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand —How few! yet how they creepThrough 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 saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?"
A Dream Within a Dream. By Edgar Allan Poe.
Many years ago I read this poem in the small cafe attached to an even smaller Barnes and Noble. Though the place was not the most ideal to be reading poetry, much less the poetry of such a master as Edgar Allan Poe, the piece did strike me at a time when its effects were strong and well received…