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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?
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