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A Dream Girl

by Carl Sandburg, 1916

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 caught
 And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,
 Your face in a pass-and-repass of moods
 As many as skies in delicate change
 Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun.

 You may not come, O girl of a dream,
 We may but pass as the world goes by
 And take from a look of eyes into eyes,
 A film of hope and a memoried day.

Published in Chicago Poems

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