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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By the Hearth-Stone · Henry John Newbolt · Poetry Cove