Lady Button Eyes

When the busy day is done,

And my weary little one

Rocketh gently to and fro;

When the night winds softly blow,

And the crickets in the glen

Chirp and chirp and chirp again;

When upon the haunted green

Fairies dance around their queen—

Then from yonder misty skies

Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.

Through the murk and mist and gloam

To our quiet, cozy home,

Where to singing, sweet and low,

Rocks a cradle to and fro;

Where the clock's dull monotone

Telleth of the day that's done;

Where the moonbeams hover o'er

Playthings sleeping on the floor—

Where my weary wee one lies

Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.

Cometh like a fleeting ghost

From some distant eerie coast;

Never footfall can you hear

As that spirit fareth near—

Never whisper, never word

From that shadow-queen is heard.

In ethereal raiment dight,

From the realm of fay and sprite

In the depth of yonder skies

Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.

Layeth she her hands upon

My dear weary little one,

And those white hands overspread

Like a veil the curly head,

Seem to fondle and caress

Every little silken tress;

Then she smooths the eyelids down

Over those two eyes of brown—

In such soothing, tender wise

Cometh Lady Button-Eyes.

Dearest, feel upon your brow

That caressing magic now;

For the crickets in the glen

Chirp and chirp and chirp again,

While upon the haunted green

Fairies dance around their queen,

And the moonbeams hover o'er

Playthings sleeping on the floor—

Hush, my sweet! from yonder skies

Cometh Lady Button-Eyes!