I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–

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Everyone knows the master of the macabre, Edgar Allan Poe. Poe’s horrifying short stories, and other genre stories are legendary. But few know the extensive number of great poems he created. Many such as tonight’s poem, have influenced many artists in movies, songs, and literature through the years.

“A Dream Within a Dream” is a poem written by Edgar Allan Poe and published in the Boston-based “The Flag of Our Union” on March 31, 1849. The 24-line poem brings an array of depth from Poe’s very soul in his question of reality.

Edgar Allan Poe’s poem dramatizes the angst and confusion felt by the narrator as he watches things, he cherished slip away.

Will our depressed narrator be able to hold on to all he holds dear? Or is all that he perceives to love and enjoy just a dream within a dream?

A Dream Within a Dream

By 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?