Quote, February 4, 2011

ejmoore510(7)February 4, 2011

Between the dark and the daylight,

When the night is beginning to lower,

Comes a pause in the day's occupation,

That is know 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 in 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!

The Children's Hour by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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lilod(NoCal/8)

This is so charming!

    Bookmark   February 4, 2011 at 9:30AM
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sweet_betsy No AL Z7

Just beautiful!

    Bookmark   February 4, 2011 at 9:34AM
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oscarthecat(z7MD)

Reminds me of my two daughters a million years ago. Steve in Baltimore County.

    Bookmark   February 4, 2011 at 10:27AM
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mawheel

This one made me smile. Thank you.

    Bookmark   February 4, 2011 at 1:42PM
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west_gardener

Oh men, including, Longfellow: "But put you down in the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart." How about putting your children in the sunshine of your heart?

    Bookmark   February 4, 2011 at 6:45PM
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gandle(4 NE)

Remember lying on the floor by the wood burner and grandma or grandpa reading that poem to me before I could read. I always asked them to read it again as soon as they finished.

    Bookmark   February 4, 2011 at 9:20PM
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coconut_nj

I love that poem, despite the flaw of sentiment pointed out by West. Smiles.

    Bookmark   February 5, 2011 at 1:10AM
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