（I think）

    Of the always puzzle of living and doing；

    And so am I.

    Come with me then

    And we'll leave it far and far away-

    （Only you and I understand！）

    You have played

    （I think）

    And broke the toys you were fondest of

    And are a little tired now；

    Tired of things that break and-

    Just tired.

    So am I.

    But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight

    And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart-

    Open to me！

    For I will show you the places Nobody knows

    And if you like

    The perfect places of Sleep.

    Ah come with me！

    I'll blow you that wonderful bubble¹ the moon

    That floats forever and a day；

    I'll sing you the jacinth song

    Of the probable² stars；

    I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream

    Until I find the Only Flower

    Which shall keep （I think） your little heart

    While the moon comes out of the sea.