When from dawn till noon seems one long day, <br />And from noon till night another, <br />Oh, then should a little boy come from play, <br />And creep into the arms of his mother. <br />Snugly creep and fall asleep, <br />O come, my baby, do; <br />Creep into my lap, and with a nap, <br />We'll break the day in two. <br /> <br /> <br />When the shadows slant for afternoon, <br />When the midday meal is over; <br />When the winds have sung themselves into a swoon, <br />And the bees drone in the clover. <br />Then hie to me, hie, for a lullaby- <br />Come, my baby, do; <br />Creep into my lap, and with a nap <br />We'll break the day in two. <br /> <br /> <br />We'll break it in two with a crooning song, <br />With a soft and soothing number; <br />For the day has no right to be so long <br />And keep my baby from slumber. <br />Then rock-a-by, rock, may white dreams flock <br />Like angels over you; <br />Baby's gone, and the deed is done <br />We've broken the day in two.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/breaking-the-day-in-two/
