Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now
A Dream within a dream
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore
That my days have been a dream
And I hold within my hand
Grains of certain golden sand
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
In a vision, or in none
Is it therefore the less gone?
While I weep- while I weep!
O Satan! Can I not grasp?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
Is all that we see or seem