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1850–1919

BREAKING THE DAY IN TWO

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

When from dawn till noon seems one long day, And from noon till night another, Oh, then should a little boy come from play, And creep into the arms of his mother.

Snugly creep and fall asleep, Oh, come, my baby, do; Creep into my lap, and with a nap We'll break the day in two.

When the shadows slant for afternoon, When the midday meal is over, When the winds have sung themselves into a swoon, And the bees drone in the clover,

Then hie to me, hie, for a lullaby — Come, my baby, do; Creep into my lap, and with a nap We'll break the day in two.

We'll break it in two with a crooning song, With a soft and soothing number; For the day has no right to be so long And keep my baby from slumber.

Then rock-a-by, rock, may white dreams flock Like angels over you; Baby's gone, and the deed is done, We've broken the day in two.

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