The fervent, pale-faced Mother ere she sleep, br Looks out upon the zigzag-lighted square, br The beautiful bare trees, the blue night-air, br The revelation of the star-strewn deep, br World above world, and heaven over heaven. br Between the tree-tops and the skies, her sight br Rests on a steadfast, ruddy-shining light, br High in the tower, an earthly star of even. br Hers is the faith in saints' and angels' power, br And mediating love--she breathes a prayer br For yon tired watcher in the gray old tower. br He the shrewd, skeptic poet unaware br Feels comforted and stilled, and knows not whence br Falls this unwonted peace on heart and sense.