( edgar allan poe )



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

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 hands

Grains of the golden sand

Oh how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep

While i weep while i weep

Oh god can i not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp

Oh god can i not save

One from the pitiless wave

Is all that we see or seem

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream

Dream, dream, dream ...