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

- e.e. cummings