The Dreamer Poem by Dorothea Mackellar

The Dreamer

Rating: 3.4


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!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 20 December 2018

Brilliant poem and last line took it to a different level altogether: Dreams all are real till the dreamer wakes!

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Lilian 03 August 2018

Why did Dorothea decide to make the poem The Dreamer and what does the poem mean and represent

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Chinedu Dike 26 July 2022

A concise and insightful piece of poetry written with conviction

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R. H. Peat 26 July 2022

I like your intent however. There is much to be said about dreams, that many under estimate.

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R. H. Peat 26 July 2022

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.

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Alouwou Mandjah 19 May 2019

" Dreams all are real till the dreamer wakes! " Dorothea Mackellar

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