Sunday, October 12, 2008

The Children's Hour

Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,

Comes a pause in the days 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 stairs,
Brave Alice and laughing Alegra,
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 a door that is left unguarded,
They enter my castle wall.

They climb up into my turret,
O'er the arms and the back of my chair,
If I try to escape, they surround me,
They seem to be every where.

They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Binger,
In his mouse tower on the Rhine.

Do you think, O blue eyed bandit!
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old moustache 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 dungeons,
In the round tower of my heart.

And there I will keep you forever,
Yes forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to mush,
And smoulder in dust away.
Henry W. Longfellow


  1. That is one of my favorite poems. My mother used to tell it to us when my brother, sister, and I were little. I have posted it before on my blog and it's always nice to see it again.

  2. Thank you for commenting. I love this poem also and often read it to my grandkids....need to memorize it!


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