my baby

The sleep that flits on my 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 hangs two timid buds
of enchantment. From there
it comes to kiss my baby's eyes.

The smile that flikers on my 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 edge of a vanishing
autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born
in the dream of a dew washed morning--
the smile that flikers on my baby's lips when he sleeps.

The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on my baby's limbs--
Does anybody know where it was hidden so long?
Yes, when i was a young girl it lay
pervading my heart in tender and silent mystery
of love--the sweet, soft freshness
that has bloomed on my baby's limbs.