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!