Fireside Reverie
Is she the star of one that is away?
She that by the fire so gravely dreams,
In Evening's lulling stillness, while the ray
Tints her soft cheek like Sunset on fair streams.
But folded in herself she sits, and low
The fire may fall, white ashes strew the grate.
The Past is pictured there, its joy, its woe,
She reads the Future's yet unveiled Fate.
She that by the fire so gravely dreams,
In Evening's lulling stillness, while the ray
Tints her soft cheek like Sunset on fair streams.
But folded in herself she sits, and low
The fire may fall, white ashes strew the grate.
The Past is pictured there, its joy, its woe,
She reads the Future's yet unveiled Fate.
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