He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven BY W.B. YATES
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths – Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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?