/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: bhavpreetsingh https://public.slidesharecdn.com/v2/images/profile-picture.png 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?