A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
  • A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
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A Dream Within A Dream
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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?


home is where the heart is [ch12]

home is where the heart is chapter 12 @ ao3

“Hmm, is the great detective scared of heights?”

“I’m scared of heights,” Poe admits easily, but he’s more-or-less relaxed now with holding onto the sleeves of Ranpo’s polo. It’s not yet holding-hands, but Chuuya knows how to appreciate small victories.

“I’m sure Ranpo-san will be able to distract you.”

“Excuse you—I’m not a distraction, I’m the main attraction.”

Chuuya stifles a laugh as the sunset’s blood-orange starts tainting the sky as Yokohama’s buildings start to light up. “Come on, let’s get this over with. Should we get one carriage—”

“Separate,” Dazai and Ranpo simultaneously stresses out. Ranpo continues: “Again, I’ll remind you that I have eidetic memory, so I wish to spare myself of any… sights.”

Chuuya pays for two carriages, smiling at the cashier even as he snarks, “If you want to miss seeing the sight of my beautiful face in the sunset, be my guest, great detective.”

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The Worldbuilders charity passed its stretch goal of a million dollars, so I lit a whole bunch of candles, put on a coat once worn by a dead brother in the Stardust movie, and I read Edgar Allan Poe’s poem THE RAVEN by candlelight. You can donate to Worldbuilders at worldbuilders.org. And you should.