At Daybreak

I

Did a blowing cherry blossom drift in

And fall on my bed?

I was dreaming of cherry blossoms. . . .

No, the cherry is not yet in bloom;

This white on my pillow

Is not a cherry petal.

Did a white cloud at daybreak float down

And nestle against me?

No, the window was closed at daybreak,

T heard no knock at the pane.

This white is not a white cloud-

Child, how did you come so softly?

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Ah, I remember now!

I was half dreaming,

I was half sleeping,

Someone came gently,

Brought you asleep,

To me, the sleeping-

You, little bundle of sleep;

Sleepily she came.

It was sleep she laid in my arms,

She laid sleep at my breast.