You Are Tired

    （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 bubble the moon

    That floats forever and a day；

    I'll sing you the jacinth song

    Of the probable 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.