All that we see or seem

As I've noted before, I love when I am up early enough to hear the Writer's Almanac.  The poignant poem for today, Edgar Allan Poe's "A Dream Within a Dream," nearly brought me to tears in the car.  Although, maybe that says more about me than the poem.

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

And isn't the music beautiful?  Rest in peace, Jim.