The speaker imagines a woman he has never met but deeply desires. He pictures her arriving in a rush of tenderness and energy, with sun-tanned skin, a voice like breeze, and a natural, flower-like grace. Every detail feels alive with admiration: her expressive arms, the tilt of her head, the way her moods shift like changing weather. It is a romantic, almost trance-like fantasy.
Then the tone turns quietly sad. He admits she may never come at all. They might only pass each other in the world, share one glance, and part with nothing but a flicker of hope and a memory. The poem creates a mood of dreamy longing mixed with uncertainty — beautiful but fragile, full of yearning for a love that may exist only in the mind.