document.write("YOU will come one day in a waver of love,<br />Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,<br />The tan of the sun will be on your skin,<br />The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,<br />You will pose with a hill-flower grace.<br /><br />You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,<br />A poise of the head no sculptor has caught<br />And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,<br />Your face in a pass-and-repass of moods<br />As many as skies in delicate change<br />Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun.<br /><br />Yet,<br />You may not come, O girl of a dream,<br />We may but pass as the world goes by<br />And take from a look of eyes into eyes,<br />A film of hope and a memoried day.");