The Dream-follower

Thomas Hardy

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. 

Next 10 Poems

• Thomas Hardy : The Duel
• Thomas Hardy : The Faded Face
• Thomas Hardy : The Fallow Deer At The Lonely House
• Thomas Hardy : The Farm Woman's Winter
• Thomas Hardy : The Fire At Tranter Sweatleys
• Thomas Hardy : The Ghost Of The Past
• Thomas Hardy : The Going
• Thomas Hardy : The Going Of The Battery Wives. ( Lament )
• Thomas Hardy : The House Of Hospitalities
• Thomas Hardy : The Impercipient

Previous 10 Poems

• Thomas Hardy : The Dead Man Walking
• Thomas Hardy : The Dead Drummer
• Thomas Hardy : The Darkling Thrush
• Thomas Hardy : The Dance At The Phoenix
• Thomas Hardy : The Dame Of Athelhall
• Thomas Hardy : The Coquette, And After ( Triolets )
• Thomas Hardy : The Convergence Of The Twain
• Thomas Hardy : The Contretemps
• Thomas Hardy : The Comet At Valbury Or Yell'ham
• Thomas Hardy : The Colonel's Solilquy