Shall Any Dream Come A More Millionth Mile

is there a flower
(whom i meet
anywhere
able to be
and seem
so quite
softly
as your hair

what bird
has perfect fear
(of suddenly me)
like these
first
deepest rare
quite
who are
your eyes

(shall any dream
come a more
millionth mile
shyly to its doom
than you will smile)

--e.e. cummings