The Children’s Hour

It’s poetry month again so I’ve got a big roster of some great castle and love theme poems lined up for this month starting with this wonderful Henry Wadsworth Longfellow piece. I know I’ve kept you waiting far too long for more castle lore so this will tide you over and I hope to cover Oxfordshire very well this month and more of the southern portion of England as we progress into the year. Please accept my apologies for the long delay and pray that the world will start treating me a little nicer. It would be a refreshing change.Evelyn Wallace bka The Castle Lady

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Born February 27, 1807, died March 24, 1882

Between the dark and the daylight,Puzzle_2011-05-22-luchow-lsonntag-nami-026-kinder_brunnen
When the light 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
Spring_FeverTo 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,SwallowsNestCastle_CrimeanPenin_BlackSea
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there I will keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the wall shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away.

With castle fervor and longing,

The Castle LadyTulip_bouq


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