Between the dark and the daylight
When the night is beginning to lower
Comes a pause in the days occupations
That is known as 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