The fervent, pale-faced Mother ere she sleep, <br />Looks out upon the zigzag-lighted square, <br />The beautiful bare trees, the blue night-air, <br />The revelation of the star-strewn deep, <br />World above world, and heaven over heaven. <br />Between the tree-tops and the skies, her sight <br />Rests on a steadfast, ruddy-shining light, <br />High in the tower, an earthly star of even. <br />Hers is the faith in saints' and angels' power, <br />And mediating love--she breathes a prayer <br />For yon tired watcher in the gray old tower. <br />He the shrewd, skeptic poet unaware <br />Feels comforted and stilled, and knows not whence <br />Falls this unwonted peace on heart and sense.<br /><br />Emma Lazarus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/influence/
