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    Dreams
    To dream that you are dreaming is usually the
    effect of excessive worry and in one dream the dreamer wakes up to find
    that things are all straightened out until, lo and behold, the sleeper
    finds it is yet another dream. It is not uncommon to have more then two
    levels to a dream, the main reason hear is fear, and worry, over life's
    circumstances. There is no interpretation for this dream as it is not a
    symbol, it is condition of the state of the emotions of the dreamer.

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      A Dream Within a Dream Edgar Allan Poe



    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?

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    Dreams

    by: Edgar Allen Poe


     


    Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!

    My spirit not awak'ning till the beam

    Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.

    Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,

    'T were better than the cold reality

    Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,

    And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,

    A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.

    But should it be - that dream eternally

    Continuing - as dreams have been to me

    In my young boyhood - should it thus be giv'n,

    'T were folly still to hope for higher Heav'n.

    For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright

    I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light

    And loveliness, - have left my very heart

    In climes of mine imagining, apart

    From mine own home, with beings that have been

    Of mine own thought - what more could I have seen?

    'T was once - and only once - and the wild hour

    From my remembrance shall not pass - some pow'r

    Or spell had bound me - 't was the chilly wind

    Cam o'er me in the night, and left behind

    Its image on my spirit - or the moon

    Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon

    Too coldly - or the stars - howe'er it was,

    That dream was as that night-wind - let it pass.



    I have been happy, tho' [but] in a dream.

    I have been happy - and I love the theme:

    Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,

    As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife

    Of semblance with reality which brings

    To the delirious eye, more lovely things

    Of Paradise and Love - and all our own!

    Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.


     

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    Romance

    by: Edgar Allen Poe


     


    Romance, who loves to nod and sing,

    With drowsy head and folded wing,

    Among the green leaves as they shake

    Far down within some shadowy lake,

    To me a painted paroquet

    Hath been- a most familiar bird-

    Taught me my alphabet to say-

    To lisp my very earliest word

    While in the wild wood I did lie,

    A child- with a most knowing eye.



    Of late, eternal Condor years

    So shake the very Heaven on high

    With tumult as they thunder by,

    I have no time for idle cares

    Through gazing on the unquiet sky.

    And when an hour with calmer wings

    Its down upon my spirit flings-

    That little time with lyre and rhyme

    To while away- forbidden things!

    My heart would feel to be a crime

    Unless it trembled with the strings.

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    Darkness of My  Dreams

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    Annabel Lee

    by: Edgar Allen Poe


     


    It was many and many a year ago,

    In a kingdom by the sea,

    That a maiden there lived whom you may know

    By the name of Annabel Lee;

    And this maiden she lived with no other thought

    Than to love and be loved by me.



    I was a child and she was a child,

    In this kingdom by the sea;

    But we loved with a love that was more than love-

    I and my Annabel Lee;

    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

    Coveted her and me.



    And this was the reason that, long ago,

    In this kingdom by the sea,

    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

    My beautiful Annabel Lee;

    So that her highborn kinsman came

    And bore her away from me,

    To shut her up in a sepulchre

    In this kingdom by the sea.



    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

    Went envying her and me-

    Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,

    In this kingdom by the sea)

    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.



    But our love it was stronger by far than the love

    Of those who were older than we-

    Of many far wiser than we-

    And neither the angels in Heaven above,

    Nor the demons down under the sea,

    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.



    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,

    In the sepulchre there by the sea,

    In her tomb by the side of the sea.

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