Thesleepthatflitsonbaby’seyes—doesanybodyknowfromwhereitcomes? Yes, thereisarumourthatithasitsdwellingwhere, inthefairyvillageamongshadowsoftheforestdimlylitwithglow-worms, ’seyes.
Thesmilethatflickersonbaby’slipswhenhesleeps—doesanybodyknowwhereitwasborn? Yes, thereisarumourthatayoungpalebeamofacrescentmoontouchedtheedgeofavanishingautumncloud, andtherethesmilewasfirstborninthedreamofadew-washedmorning—thesmilethatflickersonbaby’slipswhenhesleeps.
Thesweet, softfreshnessthatbloomsonbaby’slimbs—doesanybodyknowwhereitwashiddensolong? Yes, whenthemotherwasayounggirlitlaypervadingherheartintenderandsilentmysteryoflove—thesweet, softfreshnessthathasbloomedonbaby’slimbs.
