Over the violets there that lie In myriad types of the human eye- And weep above a nameless grave! They wave-from out their fragrant tops Eternal dews come down in drops; They weep-from off their delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems. A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM. I. TAKE this kiss upon the brow; You are not wrong, who deem Yet if hope has flown away 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. II. I stand amid the roar G |