“When children are playing alone on the green,
In comes the playmate that never was seen.
When children are happy and lonely and good,
The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood.
Nobody heard him and nobody saw,
His is a picture you never could draw,
But he’s sure to be present, abroad or at home,
When children are happy and playing alone.”
(R.L. Stevenson in The unseen playmate)
“When the voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still. “
(W. Blake in Nurse’s song)
“Only the trees will whisper in the dark.
The night will pale.
The day will dawn.
We shall look at each other’s eyes
and go on our different paths.
Speak to me, my love!
Tell me in words what you sang.”
(R. Tagore in The gardener no.29)