Children I played with when I was a child,
Niñas con que jugaba cuando niña,
Luisa con su pelo marrón trenzado,
Anita con sus cálidos, salvajes bucles.
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 dollhouse 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?