Poems of the Past and the Present by Thomas Hardy
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page 84 of 148 (56%)
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THE DREAM-FOLLOWER 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. HIS IMMORTALITY I I saw a dead man's finer part Shining within each faithful heart Of those bereft. Then said I: "This must be His immortality." II |
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