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I'm a grandmother, a nursing educator, an avid knitter and an aspiring writer. I created this page for family and friends who expressed interest in reading my writing. It is mostly poetry with a few short stories sprinkled here and there .
The poem on this page is one my Mom favored. The collectible trinket is from a needlework picture of Longfellow's home she completed. Mom loved poetry and was an avid reader. She and my brother,Rasputin
, inspire me still.
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Poetic Tides Through Time
#906696 added March 31, 2017 at 9:40pm
The Children's Hour
|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 adore being 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 he 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 in 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 moldering dust away.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
From: The Home Book of Verse by Burton Egbert Stevenson, 1917
Day 3 - "The Children's Hour" is a favorite by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I memorized this poem for recitation in school and still recall most of it. Longfellow was an American poet born in Maine who died in Massachusetts. He was a prolific writer who contributed memorable poems to our culture. This site lets you browse through his collection: https://www.poemhunter.com/henry-wadsworth-longfellow/. This poem, for me, takes on new meaning and comes alive again, each time I read through it. It always, always takes me back to my childhood and my Mom. I love the happy suspense and surprise that Longfellow paints in this poem.
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