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!
Copy write by: HENRY
W. LONGFELLOW
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