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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
forever falling snow.
And quickly this dreamer wept:and so
she quickly dreamed a dream of spring
- how you and i are blossoming
ee cummings
