 A Dream Within a Dream, by Edgar Allan Poe, read for LibriVox.org by Clerica. 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 chore, and I hold within my hand greens of the golden sand. How few, yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while a weep, while a 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? A dream within a dream, by Edgar Allan Poe, read for LibriVox.org by Clerica. 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 chore, and I hold within my hand greens of the golden sand. How few, yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while a weep, while a 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? End of poem. A dream within a dream, by Edgar Allan Poe, read for LibriVox.org by Corey Samuel. 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? But 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 chore, and I hold within my hand greens of the golden sand. How few yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while a weep, while a 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? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A dream within a dream, by Edgar Allan Poe, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Palmer, Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada. 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? If hope has flown away in a night or in a day, in a vision or in none, is it there for 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 chore, and I hold within my hand greens of the golden sand. How few yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep, while a weep, while a weep! Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A dream within a dream, by Edgar Allan Poe, read for LibriVox.org by Eswa. Take this kiss upon the brow. An imparting 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 there for 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 chore, and I hold within my hand greens of the golden sand. How few! Yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep while I weep, while I weep! Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A dream within a dream, by Edgar Allan Poe, read for LibriVox.org by Howard Dratch. Take this kiss upon the brow, and in parking 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 there for 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 chore, and I hold within my hand the grains of the golden sand. How few, yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep while I weep, while I weep! Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allen Poe. Read for LibriVox.org by Joe Breneman. Take this kiss upon the brow, and in parking 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 there for the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar of a serf 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! Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allen Poe. Read for LibriVox.org by Gemma Blythe. Take this kiss upon the brow, and in parking 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 there for the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar of a serf 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! Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we set or seem but a dream within a dream? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allen Poe. Read for LibriVox.org by Julian Jameson. Take this kiss upon the brow, and in parking 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 there for the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar of a serf 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! Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allen Poe. Read for LibriVox.org by Kristin Hughes. Take this kiss upon the brow, and in parking 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 there for the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar of a serf 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! Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allen Poe. Read for LibriVox.org by Karen Savage. Take this kiss upon the brow, and in parking 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 there for the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar of a serf 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! Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allen Poe. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Take this kiss upon the brow, and imparting 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 there for the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar of a serf 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! Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe, redforlibrivox.org by Leanne Howlett. Take this kiss upon the brow, and imparting 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 there for the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar of a serf 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! Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe, redforlibrivox.org by Stephen Lamb. Lester, United Kingdom. Take this kiss upon thy brow, and imparting from you now, thus much me letter vow. 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 there for the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar of a serf tormented shore, and are held 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! Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Dream Within a Dream, by Edgar Allen Poe. Read for LibreVox.org by Squid Vashlakova. A Dream Within a Dream. Take this kiss upon the brow, and imparting 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 there for 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! Oh God, can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? Oh God, can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?