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.
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by George Benjamin Allen (1822 - 1897), "The children's hour" [sung text not yet checked]
- by John Blockley (1800 - 1882), "The children's hour" [sung text not yet checked]
- by Arthur Cottam , "The children's hour" [sung text not yet checked]
- by Arthur R. Gaul , "The childrens' hour" [ SATB chorus and piano ], partson [sung text not yet checked]
- by Charles Edward Ives (1874 - 1954), "The children's hour", 1901 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Ulysses Simpson Kay (1917 - 1995), "The children's hour", published 1954 [ TTBB chorus a cappella ], from Triumvirate [sung text not yet checked]
- by J. Gaspar Maeder , "The children's hour", published 1860 [sung text not yet checked]
- by ?, Mrs. William Edward Newton (flourished 1870), as Mirana, "The children's hour" [sung text not yet checked]
- by Langton Williams , "The children's hour" [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Alfredo García) , "La hora de los niños", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 12
Word count: 75
Entre el crepúsculo y la luz del día,
cuando la noche empieza a caer,
hay una pausa en las tareas del día,
que se conoce como la hora de los niños.
Oigo en el cuarto de arriba
unos apresurados pasos infantiles,
el sonido de una puerta que se abre
y voces suaves y dulces.
Desde mi estudio veo a la luz de la lámpara
bajar por la amplia escalera del vestíbulo,
a la seria Alice y a la risueña Allegra
y a Edith con su pelo dorado.
