Is but a dream within a dream
While I weep
Is it therefore the less gone?
Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp?
This much let me avow
Take this kiss upon the brow
Through my fingers to the deep
That my days have been a dream
Of the surf tormented shore
Yet if hope has flown away
I stand amid the rock
And I hold within my hands
And in parting from you now
While I weep
You are not wrong, who deemed
Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave
Grains of golden sand
Is all that we see or seem
How few, yet how they creep
In a night, in a day, in a vision or a memory
All that we see or seem