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Receive this kiss upon your forehead

And, in leaving from you now
And let me say this --
You are not wrong, who say
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
During the night, or during the day
In a vision, or in none
Is it then the less gone?
All that we see or how we seem
Is but a dream within a dream

I stand amid the noise
Of the wave battered shore,
And I hold in my hand
Grains of the yellow sand--
How few! yet how they fall
Through my fingers to the deep,
As I cry-- As I cry!
Oh God! Can I not hold
Them with a tighter grip?
Oh God! Can I not save
One grain from the wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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his wife Virginia Poe was only 13 years old and she died at 24 due to an illness

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Poe was born in January 19, 1809 and he died on October 7, 1849

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I think of Poe as a creepy and interesting person but he was very successful as a writer but I think it is quite odd for him to merry his 13 year old cousin and i also think of his death mysterious and quite scary people think it is suicide or an illness.

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https://youtu.be/U8qHU9WOVkA

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https://youtu.be/Pjscjhbt4Ao

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https://www.poemuseum.org/poes-death

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Poe Toaster is a media epithet popularly used to refer to an unidentified person who, for over seven decades, paid an annual tribute to American author Edgar Allan Poe by visiting the cenotaph marking his original grave in Baltimore, Maryland

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https://www.brainyquote.com/authors/edgar_allan_poe

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Poem

by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1875)

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --