The Mind
Epilogue
From Collected Poems, vol. II (1895)
The Mind
Let the dream pass, the fancy fade!
We clutch a shape, and hold a shade.
Is Peace so peaceful? Nay,--who knows!
There are volcanoes under snows.
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Dobson, Austin. “Epilogue.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dobson/92/.
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Dobson, Austin. “Epilogue.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dobson/92/.
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