Know you what it is to be a child ?
It is to believe in love. To believe in loveliness, to believe in belief. It is to be so little that elves can reach up and whisper into your ear. It is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses , lowness into loftness , and nothing into everything. For each child had a fairy godmother in its soul.
Francis Thompson
Exerpt from
The Lauphing Song
by William Blake
When the green woods lauph with the voice of joy
And the dimpling stream
runs lauphing by
When the air does lauph
With our merry wit
And the green hill lauphs
with the noise of it
A Cradle Song
exerpt from
A cradle Song
by William Blake
Sweet dreams form a shade oer my lovely infants head
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy silent moony beams
Cradle Song
Sarojini Naidu Indian
From Groves of Spice
O'er fields of rice
Athwart the lotus stream
I bring you
Aglint with dew
A little lovely dream
Sweet, shut your eyes
The wild fire flies
Dance through the fairy queen
From the Poppy bole
For you I stole
A little lovely dream
Dear eyes good night
In golden light
The stars around you gleam
On you I press
With soft caress
A little lovely dream