Anotate the following poem: 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 the night, or in a day, in a vision, or in nine, 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 seen but a dream within a dream?