Nights velvet Veil slipped softly In on and hour glass And crystal dumb Reflecting movement From the toy chest And all glows bright Withfantasising So ever slowly rising From resting places sliding Down beside him Arranged on coloured Patchwork playground Tiny glasses begin to flutter Comes dawn when You dew lay dying And frosted windows drying Inside sighing Awakeing sound sense And man crying And have you see the child's smile?