Edgar Allan Poe - Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you...

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 graspThem 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?