Un sueño dentro de un sueño

¡Toma este beso en tu frente!
Y, ahora despidiéndome de ti,
Así mucho tengo que confesar—
No está equivocado, quien estima
Que mis días han sido un sueño;
Aún si la esperanza se ha volado
En una noche, o en un día,
En una visión, o en ninguna,
¿Es por eso menor la ida?
Todo lo que vemos o parecemos
Es solo un sueño dentro de un sueño.

Me paro entre el rugido
De una orilla atormentada por las olas,
Y tengo dentro de mi mano
Granos de la dorada arena—
¡Cuán pocos! aun como se arrastran
A través de mis dedos a lo profundo,
Mientras lloro-¡mientras lloro!
¡Oh Dios! ¿no puedo asirlos
Con más fuerza?
¡Oh Dios! ¿no puedo salvar
Uno de la despiadada ola?
¿Es todo lo que vemos o parecemos
Solo un sueño dentro de un sueño?

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Traducción de [Gizmo_II](/wiki/Usuario:Gizmo_II)

Collection: 
1829

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