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Memories. "Only in Sleep"
 

Only in sleep I see their faces,
  Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
  Annie with ringlets warm and wild.

Only in sleep Time is forgotten --
  What may have come to them, who can know?
  Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.

The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,
  I met their eyes and found them mild --
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
  And for them am I too a child?