The Dream-Follower
6/2/1840-1/11/1928
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.
DayPoems Poem No. 1049
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The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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