Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,
a Dream within a dream,
Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem, I stand amid the roar, Of a surf-tormented shore,
That my days have been a dream
And I hold within my hand, Grains of certain golden sand,
Yet if hope has flown away, In a night, or in a day, How few! Yet how they creep, Through my fingers to the deep,
In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?
While I weep- while I weep! O Satan! Can I not grasp? [Original: "O God! can I not grasp"]
All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream, Is all that we see or seemTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.