Rich in the waning light she sat
While the fierce rain on the window spat.
The yellow lamp-glow lit her face,
Shadows cloaked the narrow place
She sat adream in. Then she’d look
Idly upon an idle book;
Anon would rise and musing peer
Out at the misty street and drear;
Or with her loosened dark hair play,
Hiding her fingers’ snow away;
And, singing softly, would sing on
When the desire of song had gone.
“O lingering day!” her bosom sighed,
“O laggard Time!” each motion cried.
Last she took the lamp and stood
Rich in its flood,
And looked and looked again at what
Her longing fingers’ zeal had wrought;
And turning then did nothing say,
Hiding her thoughts away.
(John Freeman)
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