I feel your breath against my cheek and say
Good-night, good-night!
Good-night and pleasant dreams!
Good-night and pleasant dreams!
The children’s lives so different are from ours,
Is there not made for them a land of flowers,—
A childhood’s land of sleep where they are taken,—
Where dreams are only dreams of childish toys
And only sounds of childish voices waken
The quiet ways, and say to girls and boys