Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Happy Birthday Edgar Allan Poe

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,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

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 

Through my fingers to the deep, 

While I weep - while I weep! 

O God! can I not grasp 

Them with a tighter clasp? 

O God! can I not save 

One from the pitiless wave? 

Is all that we see or seem 

But a dream within a dream?


Corrie Howe said...

I live near Baltimore and read the story of a mysterious visitor every year to Poe's graveside.

Here is the most recent story.


Terena said...

Thanks Corrie. I'm going to FB this link.