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 A NONE
IS IT THEREFORE THE LESS GONE?
ALL 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 GOLDEN SAND
HOW FEW! YET HOW THEY CREEP
THROUGH MY FINGERS TO THE DEEP
WHILE I WEEP – WHILE I WEEP!
OH, GOD! CAN I NOT GRASP
THEM WITH A TIGHTER CLASP
OH GOD! CAN I NOT SAVE
ONE FROM PITILESS WAVE?
IS ALL THAT WE SEE OR SEEM
BUT A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM?
[Lyrics by Edgar Allan Poe
Music by val3]
Post je objavljen 23.11.2016. u 14:36 sati.