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?