Dream Within A Dream Elysian Fields

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 hand
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