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 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,