Edgar Allan Poe Quotes

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!
Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe

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