I am currently plowing through the variorum edition of Thomas Hardy's poetry. Out of 900+ poems, I am up to No. 220. If you've read his novels or short stories, you simply must read his poetry, it is the bomb! Reading this short one tonight, I simply felt compelled to share it. It is a poem I think we can all actually relate to--
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.
Now that'll make you think, eh? It ain't pleasant, but we've all had dreams like this, haven't we? Hardy just wrote 'em, we read 'em. This is poem No. 108, in Thomas Hardy: The Complete Poems, edited by James Gibson, 2001, published by Palgrave, 1003 pages.
Read some Hardy, it'll do you good!