"A Dream Within a Dream" is a poem by Edgar Allan Poe, first published in 1849. The poem expresses doubt and uncertainty about the nature of reality, questioning whether life itself is just an illusion—"a dream within a dream." It begins with a speaker parting from a lover (or at least, from someone with whom the speaker was very close), and ends with the speaker on a beach, attempting to grasp grains of sand that keep slipping through the speaker's fingers. The poem is appropriately riddle-like as its speaker grows increasingly troubled by a lack of certainty.
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1Take this kiss upon the brow!
2And, in parting from you now,
3Thus much let me avow —
4You are not wrong, who deem
5That my days have been a dream;
6Yet if hope has flown away
7In a night, or in a day,
8In a vision, or in none,
9Is it therefore the less gone?
10All that we see or seem
11Is but a dream within a dream.
12I stand amid the roar
13Of a surf-tormented shore,
14And I hold within my hand
15Grains of the golden sand —
16How few! yet how they creep
17Through my fingers to the deep,
18While I weep — while I weep!
19O God! Can I not grasp
20Them with a tighter clasp?
21O God! can I not save
22One from the pitiless wave?
23Is all that we see or seem
24But a dream within a dream?
1Take this kiss upon the brow!
2And, in parting from you now,
3Thus much let me avow —
4You are not wrong, who deem
5That my days have been a dream;
6Yet if hope has flown away
7In a night, or in a day,
8In a vision, or in none,
9Is it therefore the less gone?
10All that we see or seem
11Is but a dream within a dream.
12I stand amid the roar
13Of a surf-tormented shore,
14And I hold within my hand
15Grains of the golden sand —
16How few! yet how they creep
17Through my fingers to the deep,
18While I weep — while I weep!
19O God! Can I not grasp
20Them with a tighter clasp?
21O God! can I not save
22One from the pitiless wave?
23Is all that we see or seem
24But 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 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?
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
Letters From Poe — A collection of Poe's correspondence.
Descartes and Dreams — An article that discusses French philosopher René Descartes's take on the philosophical problems posed by dreams.
More of Poe's Poems and Life Story — Check out resources on Poe from the Poetry Foundation.
The Poem Out Loud — Listen to the poem read by Tom O'Bedlam.
Radio Documentary — A BBC documentary looking at Poe's life and work.