The Children’s Hour

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Hal Holbrook - Pop

The Children’s Hour

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Between the dark and the daylight When the night is beginning to lower Comes a pause in the day's occupations That is known as the Children's Hour I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet The sound of a door that is opened And voices soft and sweet From my study I see in the lamplight Descending the broad hall stair Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra And Edith with golden hair A whisper, and then a silence: Yet I know by their merry eyes They arе plotting and planning together To take mе by surprise A sudden rush from the stairway A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left unguarded They enter my castle wall! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere They almost devour me with kisses Their arms about me entwine Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti Because you have scaled the wall Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all! I have you fast in my fortress And will not let you depart But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart And there will I keep you forever Yes, forever and a day Till the walls shall crumble to ruin And moulder in dust away!

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  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow