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Sway to and fro in the twilight gray; This is the ferry of Shadow-town. It always sails at the end of day, Just as the darkness is coming down. Rest, little head, on my shoulder, so— A sleepy kiss is the only fare; Drifting away from the world we go, Baby and I, in the rocking-chair. See, where the fire-logs glow and spark Glitter the lights of the shadow-land! The winter rains on the window—hark!— Are ripples lapping up its strand. Rock slow, more slow, in the dusky light, Silently lower the anchor down; Dear little passenger, say "Good-night!" We have reached the harbor of Shadow-town. |