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.