Rachel

    Rachel sings sweet —
        Oh, yes, at night,
    Her pale face bent
        In the candle-light,
    Her slim hands touch
        The answering keys,
    And she sings of hope
        And of memories:
    Sings to the little
        Boy that stands
    Watching those slim,
        Light, heedful hands.
    He looks in her face;
        Her dark eyes seem
    Dark with a beautiful
        Distant dream;
    And still she plays,
        Sings tenderly
    To him of hope,
        And of memory.