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 d-r-e-a-m;
Yet, if Hope has flown away
In a , 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 d-r-e-a-m within a d-r-e-a-m.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold
Grains of 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 d-r-e-a-m within a d-r-e-a-m?

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Ann;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this by the ;
But we with a love that was more than love--
I and my Ann;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason, that long ago,
In this by the ,
A blew out of a cloud, chilling
My Ann;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre,
In this by the .

The angel, not half so in heaven,
Went envying her and me...
Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,
In this by the )
That the came out of the cloud by ,
Chilling and killing my Ann.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we,
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the ,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the Ann,

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the Ann;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the
Of the Ann;
And so, all the -tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling--my darling--my and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the ,
In her tomb by the sounding .