Onsuchanight,orsuchanight

On such a night, or such a night,

Would anybody care

If such a little figure

Slipped quiet from its chair --

So quiet -- Oh how quiet,

That nobody might know

But that the little figure

Rocked softer -- to and fro --

On such a dawn, or such a dawn --

Would anybody sigh

That such a little figure

Too sound asleep did lie

For Chanticleer to wake it --

Or stirring house below --

Or giddy bird in orchard --

Or early task to do?

There was a little figure plump

For every little knoll --

Busy needles, and spools of thread --

And trudging feet from school --

Playmates, and holidays, and nuts --

And visions vast and small --

Strange that the feet so precious charged

Should reach so small a goal!