And in pasting 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 night or in a day
in 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 hold within my hand
grains of golden sand
How Few! yet how they creep
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 pitiless wave?
is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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