You are tired,
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,
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And we are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and-
So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And I 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!