E.E.Cummings, You have played

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.
…

E.E. Cummings, You are Tired, (excerpt)