A Raven's Heart

A fettered mind, unfettered feet below,
In the pillowy softness of the snow.
The wind tugs at my blond hair, lightly in tow,
Tortured skies yield to the moon's effervescent glow.

A Raven's heart is such that few can ever know,
Except the man with the soul of the Crow.
With his magical spirit he can bind and sow,
The seed in a garden for a union to grow.

Anne Varnes

A Dream within a Dream

By Edgar Allen Poe

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 a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
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 seem
But a dream within a dream?