Edgar Allan PoeAmerican author, poet |
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
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.
If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.
It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
The brightest and most enduring of the psychal fetters are those which are riveted by a glance.