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Edgar
Allan Poe
A Dream within a Dream
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 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?
TO^I
THU+O+`NG DDI QUA
To^i
thu+o+`ng ddi qua pho^'
Co'
anh cha`ng mu`, ma('t nhu+ hai ca'i lo^~
Ki'nh
cha(?ng ddeo, mo^`m tho+`i xe^.ch me'o
Nga^.m
va`o tie^u, co^? no^?i ga^n le^n
Do^'c
ta`n ho+i tho^?i ddu+'t ddoa.n nhu+ re^n
Ma^'y
ba`i ha't la(ng nha(ng ca ngo+.i DDa?ng
DDa~
mang la.i Aa~m no va` AO^nh sa'ng!
Mo^.t
buo^?i so+'m anh hi`nh nhu+ choa'ng va'ng
Gu.c
xuo^'ng ddu+o+`ng tie^u ro+'t sang be^n
To^i
vo^.i va`ng cha.y la.i ddo+~ anh le^n
Anh
chi? khe~ re^n: Tro+`i, ddo'i qua'!
Nguyen
Chi Thien
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