This is a compilation of 34 bands, 2 hours and 30 minutes duration
in Style Neoclassical and Ethereal.
The compilation is generally associated with the Poet "Edgar Allan Poe" and his poem "A Dream Within A Dream" and recorded for this purpose by the bands.
Besides the download of the cover is provided download of the back cover and an insert.
Promo video link : youtu.be/7wHAEO_GeZw
Mastered and edited by "Do What Thou Wilt Records".
We do not need to say much about the life of Edgar Allan Poe as most is well known! These notes are about the poem that inspired us for the compilation "... Within A Dream"
The title of the poem, published in 1849, is "A Dream Within A Dream".
It is (It feels) like an exploration between two worlds, the real and the imaginary! Through the poem mortal life seems to slip like sand escapes through the hand that is trying to hold it back. Time is a reflection of life that we have lived. Like a dream within a dream!
The structure of the poem: it consists of two stanzas, each introducing a different scene and resembles the iambic rhythm. The first scene is in the first person, that of the narrator, who is separated from his lover and conveys a strong feeling that something is dying, ending. The second scene is placed on a shore and the "golden grains of sand", as they are characteristically referred to in the poem, become the symbol of time and the passing of life; just like the sand, as it passes from the top of the hourglass to the bottom!
Theoretically, the poem could be associated with the tragedies Poe faced in his short life and especially with the death of his beloved wife and cousin, Virginia.
The poem: "A Dream Within A Dream"
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?