Triumvirate

 Between the dark and the daylight,
 When the night is beginning to lower,
 Comes a pause in the days occupations,
 That is known as 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.