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!