A dream of mine flew over the mead <br /> To the halls where my old Love reigns; <br />And it drew me on to follow its lead: <br /> And I stood at her window-panes; <br /> <br />And I saw but a thing of flesh and bone <br /> Speeding on to its cleft in the clay; <br />And my dream was scared, and expired on a moan, <br /> And I whitely hastened away.<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dream-follower/
