THE days are cold, the nights are long, br The north-wind sings a doleful song; br Then hush again upon my breast; br All merry things are now at rest, br Save thee, my pretty Love! br br The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, br The crickets long have ceased their mirth; br There's nothing stirring in the house br Save one 'wee', hungry, nibbling mouse, br Then why so busy thou? br br Nay! start not at that sparkling light; br 'Tis but the moon that shines so bright br On the window pane bedropped with rain: br Then, little Darling! sleep again, br And wake when it is day.