Henry Newbolt

By the Hearth-Stone

By the hearth-stone
She sits alone,
The long night bearing:
With eyes that gleam
Into the dream
Of the firelight staring.
 
Low and more low
The dying glow
Burns in the embers;
She nothing heeds
And nothing needs—
Only remembers.
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