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 ?
