Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
this 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 less gone?

All that we see or seem is but
a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar of  a 
self-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!!

Oh God! Can I not grasp them
with a tighter clasp?
Oh God! Can I not save one from the
pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem but a
Dream within a dream?

By Edgar Allen Poe

Poe is my all time favorite.
A long time ago when I first came to the 
world wide web a very dear man 
aware of my love for Poe sent me this
poem in an e-mail.
Thanks for the poem. the laughter and
the encouragement.
R. McConkey (aka Gracy)
I will always remember your kindness.