zondag, september 17, 2006

A dream within a dream

Edgar Allen Poe

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!
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
But a dream within a dream

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