The curtains are drawn to keep out the cold air;
What makes you so grave, little darling, to-night?
And where is your smile, little quiet one, where?
“Mamma, I see something so dark on the wall;
It moves up and down, and it looks very strange;
Sometimes it is big, sometimes it is small;
Pray tell me what is it, and why does it change?”
It’s only my shadow that puzzles you so;
And there is your own close beside it, my love:
Now run ’round the room, it will go where you go;