Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

The Dream-Follower - Poem by Thomas Hardy

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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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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