Show Shadows At around my bed bedI b d dI l lI I hear tho the lions growl Across the ceiling overhead There flies a big black owl And last of all an the bogeyman Comes Carnes creeping silently I keep as quiet as I can canYet canYet canYet Yet still sun he stares at me Im im much too big and old to cry crT At nothing but a shade 1 I lie quite still and try and try To feel not much afraid And Awl then when I can bear no more more His silence and aud his stare There comes a rustling at the th door And suddenly there 1 I II I hear her pause and softly say Are you yau awake my own Then rhen all the tile shadows fly an awn away ay And we are left alone I do not need the candlelight To find the tho loveliest place Where Just my m head bend fits warm Wann and an tight Between her neck and face I never seen the feathery wings I Nurse always alays said she wore I specs sho sh leaves her Out on the passage floor And hurries on a soft sott gray frock From out the old oak chest So that her little boy may rock Quito Quite comfy comly on her breast I Such lots of at funny things she knows How hard it Is to sit With hands bands and toM to And watch my auntie knit How hard it t is to be quite good And never make a noise I She must have hae always understood The thoughts of naughty boys bos bosI I fold my hands bands in hers and pray My prayer to her each night I 1 know like that go way away ay And get to God Gad all right I And then I feel teel her soft cheek brush I Against my eyes And through the big huli I hear bear her lullabies Sleep P now She he sings sines some boys I W Have Hae mothers all the day But when the shadows rise they go And I my son can stay Through all an the doors are maybe malJe Through all cli the Black Yet every ever night she comes to me And guards me whilst I slew sleep Ile Dt ci Mildred Huxley y in London Spectator 6 I |