By The Hearth-stone

Henry John Newbolt, Sir

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.

(C) Henry John Newbolt, Sir
03/10/2020

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