Song | Dream Within a Dream |
Artist | Propaganda |
Album | A Secret Wish |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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? |
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 surftormented 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? |
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 surftormented 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? |