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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD FRIDAY HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA FOUND WANTING by EMILY DICKINSON THE HEART OF A WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BANNER OF THE JEW by EMMA LAZARUS SONNET: 138 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH SERENADE by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD |