Edgar Allan PoeAmerican author, poet |
The brightest and most enduring of the psychal fetters are those which are riveted by a glance.
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.
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.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.