Dream Girl

You will come one day in a waver of love,

Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,

The tan of the sun will be on your skin,

The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,

You will pose with a hill-flower grace.

You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,

A poise of the head no sculptor has

And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,

Your face in a pass-and-repass of

As many as skies in delicate

Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun.                    Yet,

You may not come,

O girl of a dream,

We may but pass as the world goes

And take from a look of eyes into eyes,

A film of hope and a memoried day.