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 (a dream) (x2) 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, All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream (a dream) (x2)
Oh, God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? Oh, God! Can I not save One from the pitiless wave (wave... wave...)?
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! Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?