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 night or day vision none Is it therefore less gone? All that we see seem but dream within dream. I stand amid roar Of surf-tormented shore And hold hand Grains of golden sand How few! yet how they creep Through fingers to deep While weep while weep! O God! Can grasp Them with tighter clasp? can save One pitiless wave? all But dream?