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1.	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 none.

Pre- ref: Is it therefore the less gone?

Ref: All that we see or seem,

is but a dream within a dream.

2.	I stand amid the roar,

of a surf- tormented shore,

and I hold within my hand,

grains of the golden sand.

How few! Yet how they creep,

trough the fingers to the deep,

while I weep – while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp,

Pre- ref: Them with a tighter clasp?

Ref: Is all that we see or seem,

But a dream within a dream.

3.	O God! Can I not save,

One from the pitiless wave?