"COME, children, put away your toys; Roll up that kite's long line; The day is done for girls and boys— Look, it is almost nine! Come, weary foot, and sleepy head, Get up, and come along to bed." The children, loath, must yet obey; Up the long stair they creep; Lie down, and something sing or say Until they fall asleep, To steal through caverns of the night Into the morning's golden light. We, elder ones, sit up more late, And tasks unfinished ply, But, gently busy, watch and wait— Dear sister, you and I, To hear the Father, with soft tread, Coming to carry us to bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERLIN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FIVE TREES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A HYMN FOR PROCESSION WITH CROSS AND BANNERS by SABINE BARING-GOULD LEISURE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 69. AUTUMN IDLENESS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: JENNY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SENTINEL SONGS: 1 by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN |