__________________ 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
E.A. Poe
Dieser Beitrag wurde 1 mal editiert, zum letzten Mal von canada0: 25.08.2009 09:25.
