English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. By the Hearth-Stone. Генри Ньюболт.

Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт)

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.

Henry Newbolt’s other poems:

1. For a Trafalgar Cenotaph
2. The Death of Admiral Blake
3. Moonset
4. Drake’s Drum
5. The Quarter-Gunner’s Yarn

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