To a sleeping child

When, my little one, I stand before you,

When I see you smile in your dream,

When you glow so wonderfully,

Then, I wonder with sweet dread:

If I were allowed to look into your dreams,

Would everything, be so clear to me?

The world is still a mystery to you,

You have yet enjoyed no desire,

No, only joy is what you feel.

How do you dream so sweetly then,

If not still you in that place,

From where you came, so suddenly?