Welcome in this oasis of serenity. I love old cemetaries. So that's why i create this blog. Beautiful statues (stone angels), old tombstones and peaceful quietness invite you to reflect on life and death. No, i am not tired of life, i don't wanna die yet, but i love this melancholic feeling i get when wandering about these places. The mystery of life and death. Wander with me.......

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

A dream within a dream


Photograph The longing of a ghost by Bright soul

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?
s all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Poem: A dream within a dream, by Edgar Allen Poe.


3 comments:

Cynthia said...

Loving that Edgar. He really pulls my strings.

Momo Luna said...

He also pulls mine Cynthia, i love this poem a lot!

mandine said...

beau blog, et merci de votre visite dans mon blog. Dommage je ne comprends pas l'anglais.