Where Helen sits, the darkness is so deep, <br />No golden sunbeam strikes athwart the gloom; <br />No mother’s smile, no glance of loving eyes, <br />Lightens the shadow of that lonely room. <br /> <br />Yet the clear whiteness of her radiant soul <br />Decks the dim walls, like angel vestments shed. <br />The lovely light of holy innocence <br />Shines like a halo round her bended head, <br />Where Helen sits. <br /> <br />Where Helen sits, the stillness is so deep, <br />No children’s laughter comes, no song of bird. <br />The great world storms along its noisy way, <br />But in this place no sound is ever heard. <br /> <br />Yet do her gentle thoughts make melody <br />Sweeter than aught from harp or viol flung; <br />And Love and Beauty, quiring each to each, <br />Sing as the stars of Eden’s morning sung, <br />Where Helen sits.<br /><br />Laura Elizabeth Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-helen-sits/
