| Song | Dream Within a Dream |
| Artist | Propaganda |
| Album | A Secret Wish |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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? | |
| Is all that we see or seem | |
| But a dream within a 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 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 surftormented 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? |
| 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 surftormented 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? |