Take this kiss upon the brow And in parting from you now Thus much let me avow You are not wrong 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 the less gone? All that we see All that we seem Is but a dream within a dream Dream I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore And I hold within my hands Grains of the golden sand Oh how they creep From my fingers to the deep While I weep while I weep Oh God can I not grasp With a tighter clasp? Oh God can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see All that we seem But a dream within a dream? Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream