“Come to me, O ye children! + 

For I hear you at your play; + 

And the questions that perplexed me + 

Have vanished quite away. + 

“Ye open the Eastern windows, + 

That look towards the sun, + 

Where thoughts are singing swallows, + 

And the brooks of morning run. + 

⋮ + 

“For what are all our contrivings + 

And the wisdom of our books, + 

When compared with your caresses, + 

And the gladness of your looks? + 

“Ye are better than all the ballads + 

That ever were sung or said; + 

For ye are living poems, + 

And all the rest are dead.” + 

Longfellow + 