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!

Author: Edgar Allan Poe

I stand amid the roar<br />Of a surf-tormented shore,<br />And I hold within my hand<br />Grains of golden sand-<br />How few! yet how they creep<br />Through my fingers to the deep,<br />While I weep- while I weep! - Edgar Allan Poe



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