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 huger 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