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
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