Living
"Thy Voice from Inmost Dreamland Calls"
From The Poems of William Watson (1893)
Living
Thy voice from inmost dreamland calls;
The wastes of sleep thou makest fair;
Bright o'er the ridge of darkness falls
The cataract of thy hair.
The morn renews its golden birth:
Thou with the vanquished night dost fade;
And leav'st the ponderable earth
Less real than thy shade.
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MLA
Watson, William. “"Thy Voice from Inmost Dreamland Calls".” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/watson/8/.
Chicago
Watson, William. “"Thy Voice from Inmost Dreamland Calls".” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/watson/8/.
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