Sara Teasdale: "Only in Sleep"

"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?