IN THE DARK LITTLE FLAT AT THE END OF THE COURT

What can the children in cities do,

The children shut in from wholesome sport —

The children that live, all winter through,

In the dark little flat at the end of the court?

Yet a comfort they have ( and a beautiful one! ),

Though the days are chill and the days are short;

At noon, for a moment, looks in the sun,

In the dark little flat at the end of the court.

Then, the dazzled baby drops his toy,

Down tumbles the four-year-old's tottering fort —

“Sunshine!” they all cry out, in their joy,

In the dark little flat at the end of the court.