a dream within a dream

dreams do come true

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 wit

Author's Note

i hope u understand

Reviews

[The Insanely Vibrant]

I don't know whether I 'understood' the way you wanted us to understand. But I'll tell you thus, it made perfect sense to me. "I stand amid the roar, .... while I weep!" That's an excellent imagery. I liked that part a lot -- the way you try to cling on to something that you know is going to leave you, still try to hold on to it.. Keep up the good work.

P.S. - your 'author's notes' are interesting.. :) :)