write a poem pls


I once knew a young girl from Kent,
whose nose was ever so slightly bent.
One day, I suppose,
she followed her nose.
Now nobody knows where she went.

And in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong,who deem
That my ways 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 in 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?