When the sun has gone behind the hill, When the dark comes creeping And the earth is very still; Then I call my little children To come home to me -- Back to their fireside again. The day is made for playing and fun Under the friendly sky; But at dusk, when day is done, I call them home to me. I close the door on all the world And gather them round my knee. We talk of birds and men and flowers, Of what we've seen and heard; How we've spent the daytime hours, How much we love each other! How glad we are for the twilight time When we can all be together! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE CRAFTSMAN by MARCUS B. CHRISTIAN LAUS VENERIS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE LION'S SKELETON by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER WHAT DICK AN' I DID by WILLIAM BARNES AN EMISSARY TO HEAVEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE CANON OF AUGHRIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |