๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ช๐ถ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป ๐ฎ ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐บ Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow โ 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 โ How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep โ 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? โ Edgar Allan Poe