Praveen Kumar 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? By Edgar Allan Poe
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i absolutely love this poem..its my favorite…how i wish we could hold on to life..but we cant control how fast nor how slow it goes by…and its something that is just not possible to stop..and before we know it…ours and others are gone…
this is a very beautiful poem and amber’s comment is to