The house is quiet now, but all the day The sound of patt'ring feet was in the hall; How tired they grew ere night began to fall! Come view them as they lie,—no cares have they; If dreams do cause them in their sleep to cry, Perhaps the reason is to-day a doll Was broken; perhaps some mishap did befall A toy. That these are trifles none will say Who knows a child. Let them sleep sweetly on; The time will come when they will all be gone, And no to-morrow will bring back the din Which only dies with sundown now, and yet A truth this is which we too soon forget: Before we leave we'll snugly tuck them in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONRAD AT TWILIGHT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM FRANCE: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WHEN ON THE MARGE OF EVENING by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY ON A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT by ALEXANDER POPE THE REAR-GUARD by SIEGFRIED SASSOON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 33. AL-HALIM by EDWIN ARNOLD |