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...

Down the dimpled greensward dancing,
  Bursts a flaxen-headed bevy,—
Bud-lipt boys and girls advancing,
  Love’s irregular little levy.

Rows of liquid eyes in laughter,
  How they glimmer, how they quiver!
Sparkling one another after,
  ...

Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,
Little Turk or Japanee,
O! don’t you wish that you were me?

You have seen the scarlet trees
And the lions over seas;
You have eaten ostrich eggs,
And turned the turtles off their legs....