A Dread within a Dream. I. Dream. have been a dream. That my days have been a dream. Yet if hope has flown away. Is it therefore the less gone?. within a dream. I stand amid the roar. And I hold within my hand. How few! yet how they creep. While I weep —

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A Dread within a Dream

I. 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

have been a dream

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?

Allthat we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

within a dream

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

Onefrom the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream? (spoken words)

II. Dread

The freezing cold and dreadful sight
Embraced me in its deadly grip
The stranger`s hand withheld the fright
I wished no dream would cease tonight
Nor soul could bear such a rip

Could I be the master of deliverance
My lord convinced thyself I am thy son
Bewildered father comes undone
When learned the nature of the sense

The abyss of the world is oh, so deep!
I`m diving, hunting for the suns, alone
In hope to overseer the precious sleep
To hear the chant of an oblivious moan
Label all flesh with sins to strip

The more I see, the less I cry
Offended, never satisfied
You have no reason to refrain from strife
Though I can see with a weary eye

You took the pseudonym to win
The heaviest self-sanctity
And did you birth your own simple melody
When naked is your truthful name

The throne of God`s imperial flame
Is washed with blood of martyrdom
A whispered sacrificial prayer
A call of all that lost and gone

The heartless man!
Your path is soiled by stranger`s hand
A scourge is branded on your back
A blink divine to understand

The reasons of the condemnation
A sin of sinless conformation
A thread so thin to crawl upon
Despite the wonders that evoke elation

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