Come, children, put away your toys;
Roll up that kite’s long line;
The day is done for girls and boys—
Look, it is almost nine!
Come, weary foot, and sleepy head,
Get up, and come along to bed.
The children, loath, must yet obey;
Up the long stair they creep;
Lie down, and something sing or say
Until they fall asleep,
To steal through caverns of the night
Into the morning’s golden light.
We, elder ones, sit up more late,
And tasks unfinished ply,
But, gently busy, watch and wait—
Dear sister, you and I,
To hear the Father, with soft tread,
Coming to carry us to bed.
(George MacDonald)
More Poetry from George MacDonald:
George MacDonald Poems based on Topics: Night, Light, Fathers, Children, Morning, Sisters, Obedience- Somnium Mystici (George MacDonald Poems)
- A Story of the Sea-Shore (George MacDonald Poems)
- The Disciple (George MacDonald Poems)
- A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - January (George MacDonald Poems)
- A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - December (George MacDonald Poems)
- A Book of Dreams: Part I (George MacDonald Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Night Poems, Light Poems, Morning Poems, Fathers Poems, Children Poems, Sisters Poems, Obedience PoemsBased on Keywords: wait-, boys-
- Lamia. Part I (John Keats Poems)
- A Poem On The African Slave Trade. Addressed To Her Own Sex. Part I (Mary Birkett Card Poems)
- The Believer's Espousals : Chapter III. (Ralph Erskine Poems)
- Contest Between Beauty And Wealth, (Mary Abel Clinckett Poems)
- Advice To Ev'ry Master Of A Family, To Govern His House In A Religious Manner (Rees Prichard Poems)