The Children’s Hour Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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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 are plotting and planning together
         To take me 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.