Classic Poem

1.

Lone darkness lit her lamps on high,
Star waking star o'er all the sky;
And Mercy from his throne divine
Watch'd over sleeping Etheline.
She slept, and with her slept
The baby on her breast.
Sleeping, she wept
In dreams, for Adwick — and his woes;
(Oh, if she lov'd another,
So sister loveth brother!)
And not from bless'd repose,
But sorrowful unrest,
She wak'd, to hear, around her ringing,
Sounds, sweet as of an angel singing,
When, thus, a voice like woman's sung,
With more than music on her tongue.