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His Dream

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I swayed upon the gaudy stem
The butt-end of a steering-oar,
And saw wherever I could turn
A crowd upon a shore.

And though I would have hushed the crowd,
There was no mother's son but said,
"What is the figure in a shroud
Upon a gaudy bed?'

And after running at the brim
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Me Poet Yeps Poet 28 May 2018

THANK YOU FOR SHARING MINE WITH THIS EXCEPTIONAL ONE THANKS ALL POETS OF THIS WORLD

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Ray Quesada 16 August 2014

Love Yeats. ! ! ! I feel weird thinking he died decades before I was ever even thought of.

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