Living
The Dream
From The Divine Vision (1904)
Living
I woke to find my pillow wet
With tears for deeds deep hid in sleep.
I knew no sorrow here, but yet
The tears fell softly through the deep.
Your eyes, your other eyes of dream,
Looked at me through the veil of blank;
I saw their joyous, starlit gleam
Like one who watches rank on rank.
His victor airy legions wind
And pass before his awful throne--
Was there thy loving heart unkind,
Was I thy captive all o'erthrown?
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MLA
George William Russell (A.E.). “The Dream.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/russell_ge/45/.
Chicago
George William Russell (A.E.). “The Dream.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/russell_ge/45/.
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