The Mind
The Dream-follower
From Poems of the Past and the Present
The Mind
A DREAM of mine flew over the mead
To the halls where my old Love reigns;
And it drew me on to follow its lead:
And I stood at her window-panes;
And I saw but a thing of flesh and bone
Speeding on to its cleft in the clay;
And my dream was scared, and expired on a moan,
And I whitely hastened away.
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MLA
Hardy, Thomas. “The Dream-follower.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/hardy/238/.
Chicago
Hardy, Thomas. “The Dream-follower.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/hardy/238/.
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