⁸ I'd like to sing someone to sleep, / By someone sit, and be still. / I'd like to rock you and murmur a song / Be with you on the fringes of sleep / Be the one and only awake in the house / Who would know that the night is cold. / I'd like to listen both inside and out, / Into you, and the world, and the woods. / The clocks call out with their toiling bells, / And you can see to the bottom of time. / Down in the street a stranger goes by / And bothers a passing dog. / Behind come silence, I've laid my eyes / On you like an open hand, / And they hold you lightly and let you go, / When something moves in the dark. (En el original. N. de la T.)<<