You will come one day in a waver of love, <br />Tender as dew, impetuous as rain, <br />The tan of the sun will be on your skin, <br />The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech, <br />You will pose with a hill-flower grace. <br /> <br />You will come, with your slim, expressive arms, <br />A poise of the head no sculptor has caught <br />And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck, <br />Your face in a pass-and-repass of moods <br />As many as skies in delicate change <br />Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun. <br /> <br />Yet, <br />You may not come, O girl of a dream, <br />We may but pass as the world goes by <br />And take from a look of eyes into eyes, <br />A film of hope and a memoried day.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-girl/
