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.

Collected Poems 1897 - 1907, by Henry Newbolt · 第 38 / 86 题