A dream within a dream - E. A. Poe

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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!

O God! Can not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seen

But a dream within a dream?

E. A. Poe