Poem # 1
O God! Can I not grasp That my days have been a dream; Wind blew out of a cloud, chilling the demons down by the sea, How few yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, I stand amid the roar of a surf tormented shore while I weep-while I weep! For the moon never beams without bringing me one from the pitiless wave? the stars never rise In a night, or in a day, hope has flown away Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
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