dream

I dream with you

while

you dream of me 

while

I dreamt a dream 

within

whose else dream

but yours

 

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?