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?
This poem is a reflection of Poe's thoughts/delusions that life was nothing more than a dream. The beginning has the feel of a dream and he even says that his days have been a dream. Throughout, he is questioning the reality of life, not knowing what is real and what isn't. Towards the end, he is dreaming of looking forward to the horizon, giving up hope that anything has been real, be it life, love, or anything one could imagine. He wants to keep hold of his dreams, but in the end, he sees that his dreams mean nothing, as they are only within another dream.
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