Right on sonicl!Or this:
A Dream Within a Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe
1809 - 1849
Take this kiss upon thy brow
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow -
You are not wrong, to deem
That my days have been but 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?