You sleep and dream, a child still,
Your lips a glad half smile;
All your life your happy will
Has charactered your style.

Such innocence is in you yet,
Though sixty years are flown;
The marks of time feel no regret
To leave your soul alone.

Now dawning light peers through the glass,
Upon your face it gleams;
The world of sleepy night may pass,
But never pass your dreams.

Your eyelids quiver, now I see
My future coming true.
The vision opens, it’s to be—
The masterwork of you!