by Dorothy Mae Ann Wordsworth (1771 - 1855)

The days are cold, the nights are long
Language: English 
The days are cold, the nights are long,
The north-wind sings a [doleful]1 song;
Then hush again upon my breast;
All merry things are now at rest,
  Save thee, my pretty Love!

The kitten sleeps upon the hearth,
The crickets long have ceased their mirth;
There's nothing stirring in the house
Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse,
  Then why so busy thou?

Nay! start not at that sparkling light;
'Tis but the moon that shines so bright
[On the window pane bedropped]2 with rain:
Then, little Darling! sleep again,
  And wake when it is day. 

M. Akerman sets stanzas 1, 3

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1 Akerman: "woeful"
2 Akerman: "On window pane bedropp'd"


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This text was added to the website: 2010-10-26
Line count: 15
Word count: 95