The Dreamer Poem by Dorothea Mackellar
The Dreamer
Over the crest of the Hill of Sleep,
Over the plain where the mists lie deep,
Into a country of wondrous things,
Enter we dreaming, and know we're kings.
Murmur or roar as it may, the stream
Laughs to the youngster who dreams his dream.
Leave him alone till his fool's heart breaks:
Dreams all are real till the dreamer wakes!
A concise and insightful piece of poetry written with conviction
I like your intent however. There is much to be said about dreams, that many under estimate.
Dorothea it is obvious that English is you first language. The line reversals never work. (subject verb object of the verb) The line will read smoother with direct language.
" Dreams all are real till the dreamer wakes! " Dorothea Mackellar
Brilliant poem and last line took it to a different level altogether: Dreams all are real till the dreamer wakes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Why did Dorothea decide to make the poem The Dreamer and what does the poem mean and represent