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The Childrens Hour Birds Of Passage Flight The Second

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

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.

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882) was an American poet and educator whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The …

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