The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-

does anybody know from where
it comes?

Yes, there is a rumour 

that it has its dwelling where,
in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with
glow-worms, 

there hang two shy buds of enchantment.

From there it comes to kiss baby's eyes.

The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps-does
anybody know where it was born?

Yes, there is a rumour 

that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched 

the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, 

and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew
washed morning-the smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps.

The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby's limbs-does
anybody know where it was hidden so long?

Yes, when the mother was a young girl 

it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent
mystery of love-the sweet, soft freshness 

that has bloomed on baby's limbs.