With moon-white hearts that held a gleam <br />I gathered wild-flowers in a dream, <br />And shaped a woman, whose sweet blood <br />Was odour of the wildwood bud. <br /> <br />From dew, the starlight arrowed through, <br />I wrought a woman's eyes of blue; <br />The lids that on her eyeballs lay, <br />Were rose-pale petals of the May. <br /> <br />Out of a rosebud's veins I drew <br />The flagrant crimson beating through <br />The languid lips of her, whose kiss <br />Was as a poppy's drowsiness. <br /> <br />Out of the moonlight and the air <br />I wrought the glory of her hair, <br />That o'er her eyes' blue heaven lay <br />Like some gold cloud o'er dawn of day. <br /> <br />I took the music of the breeze <br />And water, whispering in the trees, <br />And shaped the soul that breathed below <br />A woman's blossom breasts of snow. <br /> <br />A shadow's shadow in the glass <br />Of sleep, my spirit saw her pass: <br />And thinking of it now, meseems <br />We only live within our dreams. <br /> <br />For in that time she was to me <br />More real than our reality; <br />More real than Earth, more real than I <br />The unreal things that pass and die.<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-shape-2/
