Take this kiss upon the brow
And in parting from you now
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong
Who deem 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 less gone?
All that we see
All that we seem
Is but a dream within a dream
All that we see
All that we seem
Gone to the pitiless wave

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! How they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep
While I weep
Oh God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
Oh God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
All that we see
All that we seem
Is but a dream within a dream
All that we see
All that we seem
Gone to the pitiless wave

In a night
In a day
In a vision
Or in none
Hope has flown
Hope has flown
Is it therefore less gone?

All that we see
All that we seem
Is but a dream within a dream
All that we see
All that we seem
Gone to the pitiless wave
Can I not save
One from the wave?
Can I not save
One from the wave?
A dream within a dream
