| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 130. A Dream Girl |
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| 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. | 5 |
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| 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 | 10 |
| Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun. | |
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| Yet, | |
| 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, | 15 |
| A film of hope and a memoried day. | |
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