By the hearth-stone <br />She sits alone, <br />The long night bearing: <br />With eyes that gleam <br />Into the dream <br />Of the firelight staring. <br /> <br />Low and more low <br />The dying glow <br />Burns in the embers; <br />She nothing heeds <br />And nothing needs--- <br />Only remembers.<br /><br />Sir Henry Newbolt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-hearth-stone/