  WHEN the busy day is done, And my weary little one When the night winds softly blow, And the crickets in the glen Chirp and chirp and chirp again; When upon the haunted green Fairies dance around their queen— Then from yonder misty skies Cometh Lady Button-Eyes Through the murk and mist and gloam To our quiet, cozy home, Where to singing, sweet and low, Rocks a cradle to and fro; Where the clock’s dull monotone Telleth of the day that’s done; Where the moonbeams hover o’er Playthings sleeping on the floor— Where my weary wee one lies Cometh Lady Button-Eyes. Cometh like a fleeting ghost From some distant eerie coast; Never footfall can you hear As that spirit fareth near— Never whisper, never word From that shadow-queen is heard. In ethereal raiment dight, From the realm of fay and sprite In the depth of yonder skies Cometh Lady Button-Eyes. Layeth she her hands upon My dear weary little one, And those white hands overspread Like a veil the curly head, Seem to fondle and caress Every little silken tress; Then she smooths the eyelids down Over those two eyes of brown— In such soothing, tender wise Cometh Lady Button-Eyes. Dearest, feel upon your brow That caressing magic now; For the crickets in the glen Chirp and chirp and chirp again, While upon the haunted green Fairies dance around their queen, Playthings sleeping on the floor— Hush, my sweet! from yonder skies Cometh Lady Button-Eyes! |
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