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.



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!