The Dream-Follower
A dream of mine flew over the meadTo 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 boneSpeeding on to its cleft in the clay;And my dream was scared, and expired on a moan,And I whitely hastened away.
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