Text: Edgar Allan Poe (ed. James H. Whitty), “To ——,” The Complete Poems of Edgar Allan Poe, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1911, p. 127


[page 123, unnumbered:]

TO ——(1)


TAKE this kiss upon thy brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow —


You are not wrong, to 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?



[The following footnote appears at the bottom of page 123:]

1Poe's title in the Flag of Our Union was “A Dream within a Dream.”







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