A Dream Within A Dream / 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
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?