This is one of my fav. poems, by Edgar Allen Poe

A Dream Within A Dream


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting form 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 wee 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 save
One from the itiless wace?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?