The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from where <br />it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where, <br />in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with <br />glow-worms, there hang two shy buds of enchantment. From there it <br />comes to kiss baby's eyes. <br />The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps-does <br />anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumour that a young <br />pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn <br />cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew <br />washed morning-the smile that flickers on baby's lips when he <br />sleeps. <br />The sweet, soft freshness hat blooms on baby's limbs-does <br />anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was <br />a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent <br />mystery of love-the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on <br />baby's limbs.<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-source-3/
