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Now, you may or may not be wondering about two things. If you are wondering about them, I shall expound on them. If you were not, well, then I shall expound on them anyway.

"A dream within a dream" and "pilgrim soul" are two phrases that come from my two favorite poems in all the world. The former is by Edgar A. Poe; the latter, W.B Yeats.

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?

I will wager you guessed that poem was by Poe. It is, in fact, one of two poems of his that I love. And now for When You are Old by Yeats:

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Yes, for some, love seems to hide among a crowd of stars.

I <3 poetry.