Goodnight . . . Only in sleep

Purplerays

Only In Sleep.

Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.

Only in sleep Time is forgotten —
What may have come to them, who can know?
Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.

The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild —
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?

By Sara Teasdale

Artist Wendy Mould

        Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/531188960392510/posts/1792696457575081/

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