Dora Greenwell

“ Worn is thy frame, my love, wan is thy cheek,
Low are thine accents, and broken and weak,
Yet sweet is our silence, the words that we say
Are sweet, as I sit by thee all through the day.
All through the day, my love, all through the day,
Steals the swift shadow on, life flits away;
Soft will our sleep be then, happy and light,
All through the night, my love, all through the night. ”