the first of all my dreams was of

a lover and his only love,

strolling slowly (mind in mind)

through some green mysterious land

until my second dream begins –

the sky is wild with leaves;which dance

and dancing swoop(and swooping whirl

over a frightened boy and girl)

but that mere fury soon became

silence:in hunger always whom

two tiny selves sleep(doll by doll)

motionless under magical

foreverfully falling snow.

And then this dreamer wept:and so

she quickly dreamed a dream of spring

–how you and i are blossoming

e. e. cummings