by Humbert Wolfe (1885 - 1940)

You cannot dream
Language: English 
You cannot dream
  things lovelier
than the first love
  I had of her.

Nor air is any
  as magic shaken
as her breath in
  the first kiss taken.

And who, in dreaming,
  understands
her hands stretched like
  a blind man's hands?

Open, trembling,
  wise they were -
You cannot dream
  things lovelier.

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