Take me away to the night!
And, in parting from the light,
Thus much I know is right-
You know it too, nothing's what it seem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if life has gone in vain
In a constant slumber, or I don't remain,
In sleep, or in nothing,
Is it therefore dreams are something?
All that we see or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.
I stand in a field
of a wheat-crop without yield,
And the cause of this great feat
Grains of golden wheat-
How vast! Yet how they die,
Through the winds they go by
while they fly-while they fly!
O God! Can I be
Them when they are free
O God! Can I grasp
One with my clasp?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
And, in parting from the light,
Thus much I know is right-
You know it too, nothing's what it seem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if life has gone in vain
In a constant slumber, or I don't remain,
In sleep, or in nothing,
Is it therefore dreams are something?
All that we see or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.
I stand in a field
of a wheat-crop without yield,
And the cause of this great feat
Grains of golden wheat-
How vast! Yet how they die,
Through the winds they go by
while they fly-while they fly!
O God! Can I be
Them when they are free
O God! Can I grasp
One with my clasp?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
