Take this kiss upon they brow and in parting from you, thus much let me avow, you are not wrong who deemed that all my days have been a dream. Yet if hope has flown away in night or in a day, in a vision or in a none, is it therefor the less have gone? All that we may see or seem is but a Dream within a Dream. Now I stand amid the roar of a surf tormented shore and I hold within my hands 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 then with a tighter clasp? O god can I not save one from the pitiless shore waves? Is all that we may see or seem but a Dream within a Dream?...
