Take this kiss upone the brow!
And, in partting 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 save ONE
from the pitiess wave?
Is ALL that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?