The sleep that flits on baby's eyes--- does
anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its
dwelling where, in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with
glow worms, there hang two shy buds of enchantment. From there it comes to kiss
baby's eyes.
The smile that flickers on baby’s lips when
he sleeps --- does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumour that
a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edga of a vanishing autumn
cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed
morning--- the smile that flickers on the baby’s lips when he sleeps.
The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on
baby’s limbs --- does anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes when the
mother was a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and slient mystery
of love --- the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on baby’s limbs.
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