Of late I had often recalled this saying and this incident; for during the past week scarcely a night had gone over my couch that had not brought with it a dream of an infant, which I sometimes hushed in my arms, sometimes dandled on my knee, sometimes watched playing with daisies on a lawn, or again, dabbling its hands in running water.
Újabban többször eszembe jutott ez az eset, mert az elmúlt héten minden éjszaka gyermekről álmodtam. Néha a karomban ringattam, néha a térdemen lovagolt, vagy a mezőn ugrándozott, vagy kezét a patak vizébe mártogatta.