Posted on 01/11/2025 8:55:29 PM PST by Jeff Chandler
From: A Dream Within a Dream
By Edgar Allan Poe
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?
I’m sorry, but when I see that phrase, I’m thinking “A dweam within a dweam”.
‘The Princess Bride’
These Romantics...
Powerful. I think it’s about how the years go, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
A bwessed awangement.
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