This poem describes the feelings of desperation and sadness at the passing of time, and comparing it to a dream. Written by: Edgar Allan Poe Poem 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 seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a 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 I 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 seem But a dream within a dream? For more poems, check out the poems catalog page. Hey, do you write poems? Would you like to get it published on this website? Send us a copy of your poem. Contact us here
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